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”

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took the 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 of throwing

made such a big fuss just because the got another actor

off, you had to replace him! Now you’ve poked the bear, I won’t help

snorted as she

her car

asking, “Where are you going?”

“To the crew.”

this, Lucy

was infamous for his volatile temperament, and his repertoire of dirty tricks seemed never–ending Lucy was chomping at the bit

eager to see how long Sylvia could

bankrolled by Angle. It was still in the early days of shooting, with the crew on set at Holywood in Frant

at the crew, they were met with the ear–splitting sound of a chair

they spotted a handsome eighteen–year–old man in the throes of a temper tantrum.

not breathe

their distance.

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mess he’d

the mess you’ve created! just because you family se koaded don’t

up a tw, prepared to exp palpable. “Exactly, my

business!”

smash

distance, felt helpless,

was a 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 it would be more than just a financial

rose menacingly into the air, fear was written all over

seized just before he could bring the vase crashing to the ground.

turned around in surprise to find Sylvia’s

down and apologize!”

a scornful laugh. “Who are you? How dare you make

with an amicable explanation, “Mr. Walker, this is Miss Lancelot, the new agency director who started just yesterday. It was her who rejected your leave

veins popped out, his eyes shooting daggers at Sylvia.

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

fury was completely directed towards Sylvia, Lucy felt a pang of schadenfreude, quietly backing away to watch the unfolding

engage with him. “One last time, will you apologize or

couldn’t restrain his anger. “I don’t lay a finger on women, but you’ve really asked for it

almost visualize the gruesome scene they expected to unfold within a minute. They collectively dropped their gaze, not wanting to

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the expected sound of violence didn’t

of Sylvia’s scream, they were met with

go! My arm is almost dislocated!”