Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

here’s more to Sylvia’s background than meets his eye.

Just as this thought crossed Edgar’s mind, Tim had already hailed a cab to the scene. He was taken aback to see people scattered around, unconscious, and he let out a long sigh.

Mr. Fallen was really ruthless!

Edgar glanced at him, “Perfect timing. Bag up these gangsters and take them back for questioning. Find out who’s pulling the strings.”

“Understood.” Tim nodded.

“Also, send someone to dig into Sylvia’s background, I want all the details.”

“Roger that, Mr. Fallen.”

By the time Sylvia returned to the villa, it was already late.

Patric was waiting for her on the couch.

Sylvia told him about the night’s events, not leaving a single detail out, which caused Patric to see red. He immediately dispatched people to launch an investigation.

On the car ride home, Sylvia mulled over the incident.

Apart from the person from the Smith family who had harmed her, Sylvia didn’t have any known enemies. However, if that person knew her whereabouts, they wouldn’t just send a few small fries to insult her and record videos.

This was more like the style of the Fallen family. She didn’t believe Edgar would be impartial after uncovering this. It would be good to get one of Patric’s men to investigate.

After taking a bath, Sylvia hit the hay.

The next morning, Sylvia arrived at the company on time. Having familiarized herself with the materials the day before, she was now ready to start managing the artists‘ schedules.

Lucy was astounded by her quick grasp of things and no longer dared to deliberately make things difficult for her.

After a calm and peaceful morning, Sylvia stretched languidly, her mood exceptionally light.

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However, after lunch, the office doon was dawwed up by one

Lucy barged in, with an angry exp

Sylvia frowned, “Ever heard of knocking, Ms. Gordan?”

Lucy didn’t respond to her, instead, she thrust an iPad in front of her, “Look the time mese your

madef”

w

iPad and saw a photo of their own artie, Tom Walker, throwing a term on set Fortunately, his agent had intercepted the photo, or else it would be chrondated and people would accuse her artist

another actor to replace him

had to replace him! Now you’ve poked the bear, I

arms and coldly snorted as she said

grabbed her car

her, asking, “Where

“To the crew.”

this, Lucy

temperament, and his repertoire of dirty tricks seemed never–ending Lucy was

eager to see how long

series was bankrolled by Angle. It was still in the early days of shooting, with the crew on set at Holywood in Frant City. Sylvia and Lucy hot–footed

the ear–splitting sound of a chair crashing to

they got closer, they spotted a handsome eighteen–year–old man in the throes

agent and assistant were so petrified that they dared not breathe a word, and the

their distance.

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appalled by the mess he’d made, stepped forward weeps

mant Look at the mess you’ve created! just because you family se koaded don’t are you can run amok like

none of it. He picked up a tw, prepared to exp palpable. “Exactly, my family

business!”

smash this!”

felt helpless,

Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase, a piece of a priceless treasure that he had specially borrowed to ensure the props were accurate and exquisite, Smeding

into the air, fear was written all

snort from Tom, his arm was seized just before he could bring the

to find Sylvia’s icy

it down and

“Who are you? How

director who started just yesterday. It was her who rejected your leave request this time. I tried to talk her around, but she insisted you were shirking your

out, his eyes shooting daggers

acting for two days. What’s the crime of taking a break? You’re only on your second day and you dare

towards Sylvia, Lucy felt a

to engage with him. “One last time, will

a finger on women, but you’ve

unfold within a minute. They collectively dropped their gaze, not wanting to witness the

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didn’t materialize. Instead, it quickly

were met with Tom’s blood–curdling yell.

go! My arm is