NovelEnglishChapter 451 It seemed that GenSociety had been secretly monitoring Stephany's life.
Clearly, Stephany hadn't been as innocent and harmless as she appeared.
While she presented herself as an ordinary and timid individual, she had orchestrated accidents to exact revenge on her tormentors while sneering from the shadows.
Her Larson parents were arrested for human trafficking, and the Larsons' eldest grandson becintellectually disabled due to a high fever, leaving the grandmother impoverished with a mentally impaired grandson and a son behind bars.
Stephany was a shrew and cunning woman. She understood exactly how to manipulate the loved one of her targets as weapons, inflicting agonizing suffering and torturing their hearts.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnn Larson was a case in point. Though it appeared that she had taken Stephany's supposed boyfriend, Stephany lacked emotions. It rendered her seemingly incapable of truly loving anyone.
Hence, it seemed more probable that she orchestrated the transfer of her supposed boyfriend to Ann, enabling her to dispose of him while maintaining her facade.
Obviously, all of us had underestimated Stephany Larson, who was also one of the experimental subjects. As I stared at the experimental data scattered on the ground, my mind drifted into a deep reverie. How was it possible that someone as intelligent as Stephany ended up dead? She was meticulously chosen and brought into the Lincoln family as the prcandidate for reproduction, yet her life was cut short by overdose-induced heart failure... Then, by smiraculous twist of fate, I found myself reincarnated in her body....
Was it all just a series of coincidences? And then there was Stephany's diary... Upon my return to the Larson residence, I stumbled upon it in the garage almost effortlessly. It was almost as if Stephany had planted it there all along...
Ironically, with Yasmin's claim that I was, in fact, Stephany Larson and not Stephanie Carlson... I couldn't help but question myself too....
Who was I? Or rather, what was I? What kind of experimental subject was I? Were the people of GenSociety only interested in experimenting on our genomes? Compared to prodigies like Steven and Jimmy, who were already considered perfected experimental data and fully integrated into "production," it seemed that I had lost my value as a subject.
Yet, GenSociety continued to observeand other experimental subjects without ceasing.
In essence, Stephany and I, along with the other clone experiment subjects, might harbor deeper and more terrifying secrets...
As Steven and I returned to his place, Stevie greeted us eagerly at the door. It was wagging its tail with excitement.
Seeing Stevie's enthusiasm remindedof my old pet, Georgie. Despite its ferocious demeanor toward others, Georgie had always shown obedience and gentleness toward both Steven and me.
"Did you finish your food, Stevie?' I crouched down, running my hand over Stevie's head.
Almost instinctively, I raised my right hand. It was a gesture that had becfamiliar from the days when I trained Georgie.
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Back then, whenever I raised my hand, Georgie would promptly sit on the ground with it's tongue sticking out. It would then await my next command. Sure enough, as I raised my hand, Stevie immediately followed suit. It sat down just like Georgie, waiting for my instruction.
A bit surprised by Stevie's quick response, I pointed toward ed toward its bowl that was placed far away in the garden. "Bring it here."" Without hesitation, Stevie dashed over to its bowl, grabbed it in its mouth, and trotted back toward me.
Meanwhile, Steven observed our interaction from the swing in the yard.
"Good boy!" I praised Stevie, rubbing its head and cradling it in my arms. I felt a sense of nostalgia as if Georgie had returned to me. Suddenly, Stevie let out a series of frantic barks toward the gate. х
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