Female Novel
Chapter 163
Chapter 163
My expression grew uglier by the second.
I looked up at Michael and said, “Stop it!”
I was afraid that Stephany really was connected to the killer in some way and that she’d been usingthese children for that purpose.
Right now, I was Stephany Larson. So, it would be hard for me to discharge myself if Stephany wasfound to be an accessory to the murders.
“Now will you be good and get in the car?” Michael threatened.
I ground my teeth and got in. I wanted to know why he was threatening me in the first place.
you want?” I firmly looked at him.
“What do you novelbin
“I’m the only person who can help you, not that lunatic, Steven Lincoln.” Michael looked coldly andproudly at me. “I want you to divorce him.”
I clenched my hands together. “Why are you so insistent on my divorcing Steve, Mr. Ford? I’mpregnant with his child, you know?”
I purposely mentioned my pregnancy in order to make Michael stop targeting me. But that onlymade him sink more into his madness.
Michael gazed feverishly at my stomach. “Stephie… was pregnant too.”
At that moment, I suddenly found him to be far crazier than Steven was.
“The Lincoln family no longer has any heirs–Mr. Ignatius had a stroke and James will neverreawaken. Who cares about the baby in your belly?” Michael sneered and clasped my chin. “Youshould feel lucky for having a face like this….
Michael just wanted to keep me by his side as a substitute for Stephanie.
“My face? I don’t look like Yasmin at all. Plus, she’s not dead yet.” I intentionally. provoked him.
Michael’s gaze was icy. “That’s not something you should speculate about.”
I clicked my tongue. I felt that Michael was just as overconfident as usual.
“Were you this composed last night when my husband unleashed those dogs on you, Mr.
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Ford?” I asked..
I was kind of angry that Steven didn’t wake me up last night to go along with him. Oh, how I wantedto see something other than pride and coldness on Michael’s face. Michael ground his teethtogether. “I’d advise you to take the smarter route. I know you’ve had some dealings with the killerin order to successfully marry into the Lincoln family and help the Larsons through their troubles.”
Michael had clearly uncovered some more information.
“Are you threatening me?” I met his gaze.
Michael pulled me closer to him. “You could say that.”
“What do you plan to do after I divorce Steven? Protect me with your resources? If I’m truly amurderer, you’ll be committing a crime by harboring me.” I shot Michael an innocent yet seriouslook.
“You don’t need to worry about that.” Michael reminded me to not stray from the topic, saying, “Justcome find me after you divorce Steven.
My guess was that Michael had already drafted an agreement for me to sign after I
divorce Steven.
“Harboring criminals is a grave crime. We’re technically in the same boat now, aren’t we? “I askedsweetly.
Michael’s brows knitted together, displeased.
“I’m sure you know how important a president’s reputation is to their company, right,
Mr. Ford?” I asked.
By this time, the driver had stopped nearby the Lincoln residence, and I got out of the car.
Then, I waved my phone at Michael. “I’ve already recorded the conversation we had. earlier aboutharboring me, so if you really plan to threaten me, I’ll drag you down with
1. me. We’re in the same boat now, after all.”
Michael’s expression darkened, but he remained composed and unreadable as usual.
His gaze was so deadly that it felt like he might lunge at me in the next second.
“So, from now on, please don’t trust women so easily,” I said with a smile before leaving.
The only way to deal with people like Michael was to give him a taste of his own
medicine. They had to experience this no matter what.
I used to just let Michael do as he pleased, given the debt I owed him. However, he ended upgetting more and more out of line,
Moreover, after dying once, I came to understand this one thing–I could still live my life without him.
Besides, I’d already paid off what I owed to him with my life. Wasn’t that enough?
I could feel how angry Michael was in the car even without looking back. His eyes were practicallyburning holes into me.
“Mr. Ford…” The driver turned to look at Michael nervously.
Michael said nothing. Instead, he chuckled. “Let’s go.”
“If Ms. Stephany really shares that audio recording…” The driver was worried Michael’s reputationwould be affected.