Chapter 333
Michael scoffed, seemingly mocking Steven. He believed that Steven would be wrong and that he was being prideful. Michael stubbornly believed in Yasmin.
At that moment, Michael seemed pitiful. He was blinded by a one–time life–saving grace.
“Stephie…”
When the police left to investigate, both Michael and Steven tried to talk to me.
I frowned and stared warily at the two men.
One was the ex–lover whom I had completely forgotten after suffering from amnesia. Meanwhile, the other was the man that I once stupidly loved after my amnesia.
But the both of them… felt like strangers to me.
Michael seemed to be regretful, but the attitude he had toward Yasmin was ridiculous and ironic. I could see through him.
And it was even more so for Steven. He was a genius. He could locate the missing Yasmin by just looking through the surveillance footage.
It was impossible for him to not have found clues to the serial murder cases, unless the culprit behind the serial murder cases was more intelligent than Steven or a prodigy like him.
Back in the days of the advanced class, there were only two top prodigies who scored full marks. They were Steven and Simeon. If Simeon was alive…
For years after that, no other students in the advanced class could score full marks. Steven and Simeon made records in school history.
“Stephanie…” Michael stepped forward. “Yasmin would never voluntarily expose herself to danger. She won’t be in the demolition area. These are all deceptions, unless…”
Michael lowered his voice and whispered to me, “Unless Steven planned the entire thing. He… got somebody to kidnap Yasmin and hypocritically accused someone else for doing that.”
I glanced icily at Michael. I noticed his hostility toward Steven.
“You should mind your own business, Mr. Ford,” I said, backing away.
Feeling hurt, Michael frowned and gazed at me, wondering why I did not trust him.
“Have you ever thought of how he might be the mastermind behind the serial murder cases? He arranged for the killers. He’s trying to kill you by taking advantage of the killers.”
Beginning to feel upset, I frowned. Michael was getting noisy.
But his words reminded me of one thing. If Steven was the mastermind… nobody would discover the truth.
What if Steven had planned everything, and someone else executed it–just like how it was illustrated on the wall of evidence in the bent?
There were two question marks. One pointed to the planner, one pointed to the executor.
I wondered if Steven could have been hesitant to reveal himself.
But if Steven was responsible for my death yet treated me kindly after recognizing me and behaved so obediently…
That would be horrifying… and crazy.
“Stephie…” Steven stood near me and softly called my name.
I glanced at him before looking away.
As if knowing that he was at fault, Steven’s head hung low.
I hated it when people made me the wager of a bet. Michael once made me a wager in a bet with his friends, and Steven did the same this time…
No matter who ended up winning, I felt very disappointed.
“Found them!”
After a long silence, Phil rushed in to tell us the news.
“We heard sounds of a generator in a soon–to–be demolished building in
the on
zone. Yasmin was inside! She was free, and nobody was constraining her. She was in hiding!”
Panting, Phil poured himself a glass of water.
Steven kept his head low in silence, and he didn’t dare to look at me.
On the other hand, Michael’s expression darkened.
He asked, “Was it you?”
He was questioning Steven.
“You sent somebody to take her there, didn’t you?”
Steven gazed coldly at Michael.
“You bet, you pay. Are you a coward, Michael? Trying to shift the blame now?” Rachel snarled.
“Do you think Yasmin is a good person?”
