Chapter 173 Michael's bloodshot eyes made it seem as if he wanted to kill someone.
| shoved him hard and snarled at him as my breath quickened. “You have no right to say that! Didn't she die because of you? Weren't you the one who asked her to lure away the killer? And if she hadn't died, would you have let her give birth to that baby?” “I would've!” Michael's fist crashed into the trash can behind me.
The trash can toppled with a clatter, and we both fell silent.
Then, we glanced nervously toward the courtyard, fearing that the man might have heard the commotion.
But when a scavenger approached to collect the trash, we both sighed in relief.
“I would have married her,” Michael said in a hoarse voice after a long silence.
It sounded like he was tellingthis, or perhaps he was just mumbling it to himself.
“Do you believe in ghosts?” Michael asked with a self-mocking tone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI didn’t answer.
“I think | saw her the other day...” he said.
| had no idea which day he was referring to, but it wasn’t like | cared anyway.
Shortly after, Zion arrived with Phil and a handful of plainclothes officers to avoid drawing unwanted attention.
They climbed over the fence into the yard and quietly opened the door from the inside before storming in..
Then, Michael and | dashed in too.
There, in the room, a tall and slender man who was munching on fast food was now pressed up against the couch by Zion.
He lounged against the couch and seemed relaxed, as if he had been expecting us. “What do you want?” he asked.
Zion furrowed his brows. “You're under arrest as a suspect in a murder case. Please cwith us to the station.” Chapter 173 2/1 The man silently smiled.
He was a tall man, but half of his face was burned, which made his features unrecognizable.
His stare was cold and dark too.
Before leaving with Zion, the man looked atwith a murderous gaze.
| felt a chill run down my spine, so | quickly stepped back.
Michael frowned and pulledbehind him, shieldingwith his body. However, | shook off his hand.
After the man left with Zion, | said in a low voice, “I guess that’s it. Bye, Mr. Ford.” “Stephany, I'm serious. Leave Steven, divorce him,” Michael said as he firmly gripped my wrist.
Disgusted, | tried to shake off his hand again. Yet, it seemed that he had made up his mind to forceto leave Steven.
“Are you out of mind, Michael?” | cursed. Then, | suddenly laughed. “You just can’t seem to stop seeingas Stephanie Carlson, can you? Do you think that you can absolve your guilt toward Stephanie by projecting it onto me? You pathetic egoist!” Michael lowered his head in silence.
“Let go of me!” | struggled as hard as | could, but | was no match for his strength.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMicahel then forcefully draggedout of the courtyard, refusing to let go despite my struggle.
“Michael!” I shouted.
But at the next moment, | was thrown into his car and locked from the inside.
| started to panic. It felt like | was reliving the nightmares of my previous life where Michael would coldly and heartlessly tortureall over again.
“Where are you taking me?” | slapped Michael in the face and tried to get out of the car.
However, Michael grabbed my hands and pressed them against the seat. He then removed his necktie and used it to tie my hands to the passenger seat.
“What are you doing?” | frowned as | stared at him.
Chapter 123 3/3 He wasn’t usually like this. Something must have triggered his sudden odd behavior.
Where was he taking me? What was his purpose? Did it have something to do with Steven? “Steven is the murderer. He hurt Stephanie, and | won't let him get away with it,” Michael said in a low voice.
| was right...
My heart tightened as | struggled to free my hands from the tie. “Michael, you What are you going to do to him?” But Michael didn’t answerand simply started the car to drive.
asshole! “What are you going to do to him? You asshole... What are you going to do?” | stared at Michael in panic and lifted my leg, trying to kick him.
But Michael pressed my leg down and gavea warning look as he glared at me. “You all want sproof, right? | want him dead...”