Chapter 277: Ripping Off Silas Mask

I looked at him coldly, just as I had when I’d been told about the tank. Now, hearing that he had been in Zoxy’s body… The entire worldview seemed to be crumbling. There were things in this world—hoaxes, the ruthless man who’d committed fraud—that I hadn’t even considered.

It’s because he had witnessed my death firsthand. He knew how much my return meant—a grave threat to them all. I’d expected that seeing this killer again would send me into a frenzy. But the truth was, I felt calmer than ever before. My voice was steady, even casual.

“Do you know how unwilling I was to die by your hand? After I died, I didn’t disappear. I became a spectator, watching Anna stir up trouble. But now, fate has given me a second chance at life, and I will make Anna pay for what she did!”

Silas seized the moment to ask, “So, you were the one guiding Sadie behind the scenes? You were the one who filmed those videos, right?”

“Yes, it was me. If you don’t want people to know something, don’t do it in the first place. Anna is cautious, yet she still went on a date with you a year ago. That means you must be very important to her. And you killed me for her, didn’t you?”

He pressed, “What else do you know?”

“Anna isn’t my real sister. My real sister is someone else. And your organization… you set up all these traps to deal with my family, didn’t you?”

Disbelief flashed in Silas’s eyes. “You actually know all of this?”

I shook my head. “There’s still so much I don’t know. For instance, who’s the mastermind behind your organization? What’s their true purpose? Is my sister still alive? What did you do to my organs?”

After all my past encounters with him, I had slowly overcome my fear. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that one day I would calmly ask him about the whereabouts of my own body. It was madness.

Silas understood my intentions. “So, everything was planned. You’re just waiting for an opportunity to take me away and get the truth out of me, right?”

Damian brought over a chair, and I sat down casually.

“Yes, now you’re at my mercy. It’s up to you whether you cooperate.”

“You’re dreaming. I won’t tell you a word about the organization.”

Slap!

Luke stepped forward and slapped him hard. “You’re not in a position to argue here. If you want to live, you’ll start talking.”

“Haha!” Silas sneered. “I’ve fallen into your hands. Whether I speak or not, the result is the same—I’ll die. There’s no escaping. I won’t betray anyone. Kill me; do whatever you want.”

At least he was clear-headed. I spoke slowly, calmly. “Your fate is already sealed. But don’t forget about Anna. She’s carrying your child, isn’t she? And I don’t want to alert your organization just yet. For now, I won’t touch her. If you really care about her, you should think about her situation.”

“I won’t kill her, but I have plenty of ways to make her miserable. Silas, don’t forget, Anna still has a life—a life that belonged to my child. Should I take it from her?”

Despite the lack of confirmation, I was almost certain that the child Anna was carrying was Silas’s. That was my leverage.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

I said calmly, “You can kill me by the river, make me miscarry, hurt a frail old woman like my grandma, but I’m a vengeful soul crawled out of hell. What is there that I wouldn’t do?”

Staring menacingly into his eyes, my hatred and resentment radiated from every part of me.

“Do you know how painful it was when I became a spirit? I dreamt of becoming a vengeful ghost, hunting you all down. Now that I finally have this opportunity, do you think I’m still that kind-hearted Chloe?”

Silas said, “Chloe, I don’t care who you are, but I will never reveal a word about the organization.”

“You don’t want to talk? I’ll find a way to make you speak.”

I studied his face carefully. “I remember your eyes. Every time you showed up, you were wearing a different appearance. Carter told me that some people who do special work know how to alter their facial features, just like the face masks in ancient times. The methods are even more sophisticated now, and the changes are undetectable. You must have used this trick. This face is not yours.”

Luke was startled. “You can change faces?”

“Yes. Run your hands along his face. It’s definitely fake.”

I looked at Silas coldly. “Your name might be fake, but once your face is exposed, we can trace your background. There’s no wall that doesn’t have a crack.”

“No, don’t touch my face!”

Panic flashed in Silas’s eyes. Luke, unable to wait any longer, was already moving into action. I, too, was curious. What was Silas’s true identity? What kind of past did he have to be so ruthless, killing without a second thought? Was he connected to the Carlines? Could uncovering him lead to something important about the Carlines?

Sure enough, when Luke began to investigate, he noticed something odd—a thin, almost imperceptible layer of skin covering Silas’s face, with foundation used to conceal the edges. It was nearly impossible to detect by sight. The fake skin was well attached and difficult to peel off. I would never have believed such craftsmanship existed if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

As Silas screamed in refusal, Luke and Damian worked together to rip off the fake skin from his face. Instead of finding a clue, I encountered an unexpected sight.

“Your face…” Luke’s expression mirrored my confusion. “How could it be?”