Zion looked at Steven in shock, then at the coroner who had just arrived.
Keenan took off his mask and turned to Steven. âYou have a keen sense of smell. The victim mustâve struggled when the murderer injected him with anesthesia, causing it to stain his clothing.
Anesthesia are strictly controlled drugs.â
Zion turned to Phil. âSearch the area right now!â
But it would be difficult to find the murderer in such a short amount of time given the big field of search.
âMost of the usable leads are ruined now that the crime scene has been destroyed.â Keenanâs brows furrowed as he looked at all the footprints.
Michael looked away silently, feeling guilty. He was the one in the wrong here.
âThe murderer is still in the area. They havenât gone far.â Steven suddenly looked out the door confidently.
âWhoâs there?â Phil ran out with some other men after hearing some noise outside..
âClear the area and lock the place down,â Zion ordered his men.
I held Stevenâs hand and walked out into the hallway so that the police could perform their investigation.
Steven seemed to be trying to piece something together. He crouched on the floor, mumbling, âThe next one⦠Time and date.â
Was he calculating when the murderer would strike next?
âWhat a freak,â Michael sneered, insulting Steven.
Steven gazed at him coldly. âIf you hadnât brought those men and barged into the house.
⦠I wouldâve found him.â
If Michael hadnât interfered, Steven would have successfully used the clues to find out who the murderer was. But theyâd stirred up the hornetâs nest now.
âStop with the fearâmongering. You could very well be the murderer too. How else would you know what drug the murderer used and deduce his actions?â Michael glared angrily at Steven, wanting to attack him.
I went up and shoved Michael away, standing defensively in front of Steven. I even slapped Michael again. âShut up!â
Michael wouldâve made me regret hitting him twice in the past. But now that I was Stephany, he couldnât threaten me like he used to back when I was Stephanie.
Nor would I be afraid of his tactics anymore.
âStephanyâ¦â Michael said darkly before sneering. âYouâre pretty good at pretending to be Stephanie.â
He could probably see Stephanie in me.
âHmph⦠How shameless.â I scoffed, suddenly feeling like Iâd touched filth by slapping.
him.
âSince you want to be Stephanie so bad, Iâll give you a chance to act the part,â Michael threatened coldly.
Chills ran down my spine. I had no idea what he was trying to do.
Whenever Michael showed this expression in the past, I knew heâd⦠âpunishâ me.
His punishment was always to force me into a corner, making me have no choice but to compromise.
Michael suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. âWhat can you get from marrying a lunatic? The Lincolns are already at the end of their prime. Itâll be extremely difficult for you to try and fight against Martin Lincoln.
âI can give the Larson family whatever youâre secking from the Lincoln family. Divorce this man. Iâll let you be Stephanie Carlson and stay with me. You just need to play your role well.â
Michael even shot Steven a challenging look, as if certain that I would give up Steven and be with Michael all for personal gain. This was because Steven had no power when it came to the Lincoln Group.
Steven gazed darkly at Michael, restraining his killing intent. Stevenâs voice was trembling as he hissed, âGive her back to meâ¦â
Steven wanted to use his handgun but didnât, probably out of fear of hurting me.
But Michael deliberately goaded him further, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer into his arms. âWho do you think Stephany will choose, you lunatic? Me, or