Revenge After Death



Since they were unable to overcome this barrier, they had to find an alternative method to locate a fresh, youthful "host" for life. This led to the development of the concept of reincarnation, involving the transfer of soul and memory.

It was similar to when a computer broke down, its useful information was transferred to a new computer using a hard drive. This allowed the information to be permanently stored and updated.

Hence, Mrs. Ford deeply valued Steven's experimental project and was incredibly eager to discover if reincarnation truly existed. That was why she orchestrated and organized this big plan, eliminating anyone who got in her way.

"You're out of your mind." I took a step back and turned around. I briskly walked away, almost breaking into a run.

I realized that Mrs. Ford was absolutely insane. Her mind seemed on the edge of madness. However, I could tell she was in a good mood. She was thrilled and joyful. The more I resembled Stephanie, the happier she was.

She believed the experiment had finally succeeded, filling her with a sense of hope. But what was her true end goal? It was impossible that she was doing it for the future of mankind. After all, everyone was selfish. She undoubtedly had her own personal motives.

"Mrs. Ford, everything is going as planned," Mrs. Ford's assistant approached her and said.

I ran out of the living room and glanced back at Mrs. Ford and her assistant. That eerie sensation sent a chill running down my spine. She looked at me like I was a rabbit in a lab. It seemed like I couldn't get away from her control, but when a rabbit was anxious, it would bite.

When I left the Ford residence, I glanced back toward Michael's room. He stood by the window, locking eyes with me in a gaze that was both intense and complex.

I could sense the turmoil raging within his soul. It was as if he was silently pleading for help but was trapped by invisible chains. He appeared utterly suffocated.

He raised his hand and touched the glass as if trying to reach something in the air. We exchanged glances. His eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly smiled at me, saying quietly, "Stephie, run run away."

He asked me to escape. After leaving the Ford residence, I limped into Zion's car.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Zion, Eason, and Rachel all looked at me, eager to hear what Michael had said and whether it would benefit the case. Only Steven kept his head down, squeezing my hand tightly. His concern was solely for my safety, and it seemed like nothing else mattered to him.

"Michael doesn't want to see me, which is odd. I don't know what Mrs. Ford told him. He's very resistant now." I shook my head to show that I had no clue.

Rachel sighed and looked at us with disappointment as she lay on the passenger seat. "It looks like it's going to take some time to locate the lab under Mrs. Ford's control. I wonder how many people are suffering there and need us to help them?"

I was stunned for a moment, feeling a little uneasy. "I believe Michael will go back to the Ford Group sooner or later. I'll find another opportunity to meet him. Perhaps Mrs. Ford is there, and he's hiding something."

Zion reassured, "Don't worry, we'll explore other angles of investigation too."

I nodded, reflecting on Michael's final glance at me.