Revenge After Death

Chapter 739

Zion frowned at Sarah and said, 'You're the one who's neither demon nor angel here."

She laughed while looking at him. "How naive of you. It's always the slow-witted ones like you who won't be swerved. I had always believed that my daughter was just someone ordinary, but it seems like she has a better taste in men compared to me."

Zion's expression darkened. 'Don't bring her in. She's different from you."

He defended Rachel steadfastly, believing that she had no choice and was forced to do what she did.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"What an idiot," Sarah cursed. She then leaned back against her chair and closed her eyes. "You have a maximum of 48 hours before you have to release me for lack of evidence. There should be less than an hour left now, right?"

It was about time for her to leave soon.

"Don't get too cocky. You reap what you sow," Zion said.

He had always believed that there would be consequences to each action. However, the wealthy and those at the top never seemed to believe in such consequences.

"You can't go on this mission, Eason! It's too dangerous. You have to be in command!"

Eason was in command and wasn't supposed to participate in the new mission, but he insisted on changing the plan at the last minute.

Zion said, 'Have you been deluded by that witch? Her words were meant to provoke you! There's a possibility that she's luring you over in order to eliminate you."

He believed that there was more to that matter. He had a feeling that something would happen to Eason.

"I want to find out," Eason whispered.

Whether he believed it or not, he wanted to find out. He wanted to know if Simeon really wanted him dead. "You..." Zion stared at Eason. He sighed after a while and said, "Alright, just go. Take care."

With Eason's personality, he couldn't be stopped even if Zion tried.

He wanted answers to see if Genome Society or the Rebels were responsible for killing his colleagues. He wanted to find out if there were traitors among them who had leaked their operation plans.

He wanted to find out if Simeon was truly behind it, and if he was, would he have halted his plans as soon as he realized that Eason was there? However, Simeon would be exposed if it turned out that he was involved.

"Do you really trust Rachel? She deceived you and hid her identity from you. How do you still trust her?" Eason asked hoarsely

Each individual was truly different. He couldn't fully trust Simeon. He was tired of waiting, being deceived, and the endless loneliness.

He had always thought that Simeon was dead. He had abandoned him, no longer wanted him, and would never come back anymore.

Even if Simeon came back, he would still leave eventually.

Zion said, "Honestly, feelings can be quite simple and not as complicated as we think. When you truly believe in someone without considering the outcome, the worst that can happen is heartbreak.

"You'll probably know how to make your choice when you realize that losing that person scares you more than your deepest fears."

Eason fell silent. Was losing Simeon something terrifying? It was undoubtedly so.

Eason was born into a wealthy and prideful family. As soon as he was born, his parents had expected him to

excel as a genius.

He had to work hard in his studies every day. Since young, his mother had brainwashed him into thinking that he had to get into the advanced class and make her proud. But no one truly cared about how he felt

Ever since Eason developed gender awareness, he felt he should have been born a delicate girl instead of who he was now.

He had tried on his mother's makeup and dresses before. His parents beat him up when they found out about

it.

He once tried to share his secrets with his parents, but in turn, they threatened to kill themselves. They wanted him to be a normal person so that he wouldn't be looked down upon.

They threatened him with their lives for him to live a normal life.

Eason could only suppress himself under such immense pressure. He tried his best to accept the fact that he was born a boy.

He mimicked the way the boys around him dressed and acted, carefully observing everyone around him. But despite this, he had always felt out of place.