Chapter 64

Steven had been a piece of trash just two days ago. Yanny had almost beaten him to death. Marrie was starting to suspect whether the person before her was truly Steven. "Why are you looking at me like that? Were you taken aback by my devilishly handsome fighting?" Steven said with a smirk. "Are you actually Steven? I don't think you are. Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him?" Marrie felt as if that was the only feasible explanation. Nothing else made any sense. "Sure. Whatever you say. I'm going to get rid of his corpse." Steven walked over and hoisted Tristan's body over his shoulder. He walked out of the mansion and dumped Tristan into his trunk before driving to the river and tossing him in. After that, he went back to Marrie's house. Marrie was sitting on the sofa. He walked in casually and put an arm around her while his other hand slipped under her collar. Marrie didn't try to fight back. She knew she had no way of retaliating, or maybe she was already used to