Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 34

Lucy was floored with astonishment.

What’s the background of Sylvia?

Well, look at that! No sooner had Lucy said that Sylvia was doomed, Lucy had an egg on her face…

Lucy knew Mr. Walker, but she had seen Sylvia’s CV. How could an orphan from a welfare institution rub shoulders with the likes of Tom?

Lucy felt that things might not be so simple, so she discreetly pulled back and made a phone call.

The crowd looked at Sylvia with newfound respect.

Tom didn’t notice the crowd’s gazes at all.

Tom squatted by Sylvia’s side and massaged her legs. When he looked at her, his eyes twinkled like stars, his grin as cute as a button,

“It’s been ages, Sylvia. You’re growing prettier by the day. Gorgeous ladies shouldn’t let a little rascal like

me upset them – it’s bad for the complexion!”

With her slender fingers, Sylvia jabbed him on the forehead, her red lips hovering by his ear whispering a warning, “Cut the crap. Behave on the crew from now on. If you stir up any more trouble, I’ll spill the beans to Senior Mr. Walker about your little escapades.”

“Don’t! He will surely beat me to death with the domestic discipline!”

Tom winced as if feeling a pang of pain, quickly begging Sylvia for mercy, “Sylvia, I promise, I listen to you the most.”

Sylvia’s lips curled into a smile, “In that case, go apologize to the janitor.”

“Huh?”

Tom’s expression changed. “Me, the dignified Mr. Walker, apologize to a janitor? Where am I supposed to put my face, Sylvia…”

Sylvia dropped her smile and put on a serious look.

“What era are we living in that we still segregate folks into high and low, noble and humble? You threw a tantrum, and smashed things up, but the janitor did nothing wrong. She ended up cleaning your mess. She even tried to calm you down and you snubbed her. Shouldn’t you take responsibility?”

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Tom glanced over to see the janitor tidying up his temper tantrum aftermath, and felt a pang of remorse. He shuffled over, offered a heartfelt apology, and slipped her some compensation.

The janitor was visibly moved and highly gracious.

Sylvia then arranged for his agent to compensate the production team for the damaged props.

That afternoon, Tom was a model of concentration and cooperation on set under Sylvia’s watchful eye. He acted his scenes once or twice, leaving the director grinning like a Cheshire cat, showering Sylvia with gratitude.

Sylvia smirked, “He’s just a young man, a bit naughty. A little tough love goes a long way.”

The director guffawed, raising his opinion of Sylvia even more.

It was time to get off work. Tom took Sylvia’s hand and acted like a spoiled child, promising to make

amends for his earlier behavior by treating her to a meal.

Unable to resist his persuasion, Sylvia agreed.

To avoid crazy fans and quietly go out for dinner, Tom practically donned a disguise, unrecognizable

unless examined closely.

The two of them arrived at Douglas, the most expensive seven–star restaurant in Frant City.

As soon as they stepped inside, Sylvia was absorbed by the moody and dark decor. She wasn’t a fan of eating in brightly lit places. She preferred the dim, cozy atmosphere that, for her, heightened the enjoyment of her meal.

No sooner had they ordered, Tom started sending her subtle signals, murmuring, “Sylvia, do you recognize the man over there? He’s been throwing glances our way for a while now.”

Following his gaze, Sylvia noticed it was none other than Edgar, sitting at the adjacent table with Nancy.

Nancy had spotted her too. The look she cast back was smug and provocative, carrying the air of a victor.

Sylvia nonchalantly retracted her gaze, “That’s the CEO of the Fallen Group.”

Tom nodded in realization. “So the woman next to him must be his soon–to–be–fiancee announced today,

set to be engaged next month.”

Sylvia paused, her face expressionless, and continued her meal with a concentrated effort.

Tom, however, caught the scent of some juicy gossip, “I heard he had a secret wife for three years who he

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Wonder who the

him a glance.

“It’s me.”

He looked confused, but when he

You’re his ex wife?”

so loud that it caught

the next table, frowned and

Sylvia shot Tom a scathing look, prompting him to cover his mouth, grumbling in a hushed tone, “Good riddance! This pretty boy is nothing but a jerk. He’s not good enough for your

“So, I’m the

he’s the one out of luck.

Tom let the words hang in the air before chuckling awkwardly, “Sylvia, now that you’re single again, how about giving me a shot? Cute boy can be quite endearing too, you know.”

from the blue, causing her to almost choke on her drink. In the chaos, Sylvia ended up staining

are you

the restroom to clean up. I’ll be back

Sylvia scooted towards the

Edgar caught their conversation loud and

had only been a hot minute since their divorce, and Sylvia was already swapping out for a new man?!

know what she was

knot, so her choice of company shouldn’t be any of his

was just unhappy and upset.

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expression,

wrong?”

just chewing over

breathed a sigh of relief, then cooed, “It feels like donkey’s years since we’ve had a decent meal together since I’ve been overseas. Can you shelf work just for today, and keep me

expressionless, his obsidian orbs reflecting

he was thinking.

Nancy’s question. Instead, he stood up Sylviafully and adjusted

eat first. I have something to do and will be back soon.”

“Edgar!”

the restroom, Sylvia tidied up the smudge on her skirt and topped off her lipstick.

she zoned out for a

she had lived a plain Jane, slogging through chores, her skin turning sallow. She hadn’t given herself a touch of makeup.

to set the business world ablaze, reclaiming her status as the Smith

They’d just slow her down in her race

a strapping figure intruded into

glanced his way, preoccupied with

she heard the telltale

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was floored with astonishment.

background

that Sylvia was

How could an orphan from a welfare institution rub

be so simple, so she discreetly pulled back

at Sylvia

notice the crowd’s gazes

her, his eyes twinkled like stars, his grin as cute as a

ages, Sylvia. You’re growing prettier by the day. Gorgeous ladies shouldn’t let a

– it’s bad for

warning, “Cut the crap. Behave on the crew from now on. If you stir up any more trouble, I’ll spill the beans

beat me to death

begging Sylvia for mercy, “Sylvia, I promise, I listen to

a smile, “In that case, go apologize to the

“Huh?”

a janitor? Where am I supposed to put my

put on a serious

era are we living in that we still segregate folks into high and low, noble and humble? You threw a tantrum, and smashed things up, but the janitor did nothing wrong. She ended up cleaning your mess. She even tried to calm you down and you snubbed her. Shouldn’t you take responsibility?”

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was totally

the janitor tidying up his temper tantrum aftermath, and felt a pang of remorse. He shuffled over, offered a

visibly moved

compensate the production

was a model of concentration and cooperation on set under Sylvia’s watchful eye. He acted his scenes once or twice, leaving the director grinning like a

bit naughty. A little

his opinion of

get off work. Tom took Sylvia’s hand and acted like a spoiled child,

his earlier behavior by

to resist his persuasion, Sylvia agreed.

out for

unless examined closely.

Douglas, the most expensive seven–star restaurant in

dark decor. She wasn’t a fan of eating in brightly lit places. She preferred the dim,

they ordered, Tom started sending her subtle signals, murmuring, “Sylvia, do you recognize the man over there? He’s been throwing

it was none other than Edgar, sitting at the

The look she cast back was smug and provocative, carrying the air of a

gaze, “That’s the