Revenge After Death

Jack was at Nocturnal Club.

Ever since the incident with Stephanie, he visited the bar almost every day.

“Come over here, beautiful. Let me hug you.‘

Jack and his good–for–nothing friends were having fun in a private room.

“Alright, you guys have fun. I’m going to the restroom,” Jack said. He then tried to open the door to the restroom in the private room, but he realized that the restroom was locked from the inside.

So, he stumbled out of the private room and headed for the public restroom at the other end of the

corridor.

The corridor was very quiet.

Rachel had found the Nocturnal’s owner’s contact number beforehand. She had then asked Zion to call and give them a warning.

The owner had closed the place earlier than usual. Only Jack’s private room was left occupied.

I was wearing an outfit that I used to wear frequently in the past. I took a glass of alcohol and followed Jack

Jack had drunk a little too much and was already wasted.

“Here you go. Have another drink,” I said as I placed the glass in his hand.

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He took the drink and downed it. Then, he looked up at me, and he suddenly froze.

“Stephanie…”

I smiled at him. “Long time no see, Jack.”

Jack was so shocked that he sat on the floor, his face as white as a sheet.

“Stephanie… Don’t come for me. You should put the blame on the right person. It was the murderer who killed you. Don’t come after me.’

All of a sudden, the lights in the corridor turned off. A green ray of light shone on my face.

Jack backed away in fear and scurried to hide in the restroom.

“Stephanie, don’t come after me. I have nothing to do with your death.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Jack… You’ve caused me great grief… I didn’t push Yasmin. I know you saw it, but you lied. I hate you …” I said fiercely.

“No… It was Yasmin. It was Yasmin and her sister who told me not to say anything. They wanted me to help hide it from my brother.

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“You can’t blame me for this. It was Michael who didn’t believe you. You should blame the right person. Go look for Michael instead!”

“If you hadn’t lied to Michael so many times, how could I have been slandered by Yasmin.”

“Michael was the one who would rather believe Yasmin instead of you. You can’t blame me for this. All I did was hide the truth.

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“But he believed everything Yasmin said. Yasmin fell on her own. Then, she claimed that you had pushed her, and he just trusted her words blind)

I scoffed. I approached him and choked him. “Go to hell!”

“Stephanie, let me go…” Jack then fainted from fright.

1 loosened my grip on him, then got up and sighed. Just now, I had really lost my cool and wanted to strangle him.

I tidied up my hair and reapplied my lipstick.

I had specially put on makeup today to make myself look more like Stephanie

Stephany and I looked alike in some ways. Putting on makeup made us look even more alike,

especially under such dim lighting

Moreover, Jack already had too much to drink, so it was a plece of cake to scare the living daylights out of him.

The lights came back on. Rachel walked out with a phone in her hand.

“I’ve recorded it all.”

I took a look at her phone. “You’ve filmed it well.”

“Your acting skills were pretty good too.”

She glanced at me warily. I guess I really looked like Stephanie Carlson.

“Stephie…” she called out softly. Then, she lowered her head and sneered. “Now that you’ve got the video recording, what are you going to do next?”

“Of course, I’m going to send it to Michael. How could he and Yasmin think of getting by peacefully?” I replied in a low voice.

Rachel shot a quick glance at me. She nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll send it to him.”

“Thanks.” I smiled and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Rach, you should also try to get over it. After all…”

I was still alive and well.

Rachel frowned. She looked at me and remarked, “Mind your own business.”

I sighed. When would she let down her guard against me and recognize that I was Stephanie?

“I don’t care what your motives are. Just don’t pretend to be Stephanie in front of me. She’s irreplaceable to me. No one can pretend to be her,” Rachel said.

I smiled as her words warmed my heart. “Rach, when will you believe that I am Stephanie?” Rachel let out a cold laugh. “I’m leaving. I trust that you’ll be able to get back on your own.”