Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 822

"The medication can only slow it down temporarily. We'll buy as much time as we can," Steven said.

He squeezed out the toothpaste and helped Stephanie to brush her teeth. "I've already had Joel and Eason purchase properties in places like Moricco or the Verdentia Isles region. If things get out of hand, we'll hide in the most dangerous places."

The more dangerous the place, the easier it was to hide.

Stephanie frowned, knowing it was their last resort. Once they chose to leave the country, it would be the start of a life on the run.

It would be nearly impossible for them to return home then.

Zachary drove Timothy over to pick Xan up from her house. She managed to open the door with Stevie's help before sneaking out.

"Did your parents consent to you coming out, Xan?" Timothy timidly asked. He was worried that she had run out without their permission.

"They're currently having sex, so they won't notice me gone within the hour. Hurry and go now!" Xan wasn't keen on lying, so she could only get Zachary to drive away quickly.

Xan knew Stephanie all too well-she wouldn't be able to resist Steven when he just came back from jogging. They wouldn't be having breakfast until an hour or two, giving Xan enough time to slip away.

Zachary and Timothy fell into an awkward silence.

"Um... Your parents seem to love each other very much. Why didn't they... try for another child?" Zachary asked, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"It's because of their physical restrictions," Xan replied, tilting her head slightly. "They can't conceive naturally." Zachary was shocked. "What about Ashton and you then?"

"We were conceived through genetic merging" Xan said seriously.

Timothy quickly covered her mouth, afraid she might reveal something even more outrageous and illegal next.

All four of Zachary's car tires went flat at the same time as soon as they pulled into the university's parking lot. He was at a loss for words. Although it was an unwanted second-hand car from his father, there was no reason for all four of his tires to go flat.

"Hah? What kind of beat-up car is this? Who still drives such a cheap car in this day and age?" A sleek sports car pulled up in the parking lot, and a pink-haired young woman walked out.

She looked flashy and had a look of disdain on her face as she glanced at Zachary's car.

"Someone must have thrown nails out to puncture your tires." Timothy frowned as he looked at the nails in the tires. His expression darkened.

Zachary said angrily, "Did I offend you with my beat-up car? Did you throw out the nails?"

"So what if I did?" The pink-haired young woman took off her sunglasses and gave him a mean kick.

Zachary had instinctively raised his arm to block her kick with his fast reflexes, yet he was still forced backward by the force. He almost lost his balance.

Behind him, Xan reached out to support him, casting a wary gaze at the young woman. Timothy stepped in front of Zachary with a frown.

Zachary stared at the young woman in shock, finding her immense strength incredulous.

"That's enough, Eirene. It's our first day of transfer. We should get along with our peers." A tall young man got out of the G-class SUV from the side. He was sporting a buzz cut, looking charming with his roguish looks.

"Hello, I'm Petros Fox, and she's my sister-Eirene Fox. This is our first day of transferring to this university, so we'd like to make friends with all of you." Petros extended his hand to Timothy.

Timothy, wanting to avoid trouble, took his hand out of courtesy, but Petros suddenly squeezed his hand tight. Timothy frowned. He was used to Ashton's extraordinary strength, and this young man's strength was similarly matched with Ashton's.

As an ordinary person, Timothy was considered strong enough, yet he didn't hold a candle to Petros.

Just as he was about to lose his grip, Xan walked over and clasped her hand around Petros' wrist. A sharp crack was heard with only a slight pressure added. His ulna and radius both broke at the same time.

Xan looked at Petros coldly and warned, "He's mine. You don't deserve to touch him."