Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 42

When he saw who it was, Mr. Jameson’s eyes widened in horror.

“Mr… Mr. Fallen… What are you doing here?”

Edgar’s expression grew gloomy, and the veins on his forehead visibly bulged. He clenched his collar tightly; his voice filled with intensity as he inquired, “In which private room is she located? What do you plan to do with her?”

Edgar’s terrifying gaze nearly petrified Mr. Jameson. His lips quivered, and he divulged all the information with a trembling voice.

Lucy’s face turned pale with fear, and she attempted to slip away, hoping to escape the tense situation

discreetly.

She was controlled by Tim, who had just arrived.

Edgar handed them to him, instructing him, “Tie them up and lock them in a room. I’ll deal with them

later.”

With a menacing expression, he swiftly made his way to the private room.

An unsettling sensation crept over him.

Mr. Jameson said she drank wine that was drugged 15 minutes ago. Had she…

His eyes, filled with a scarlet hue, became increasingly saturated with a sinister intent to kill.

He pushed open the door of the private room.

As he entered the private room, his gaze fell upon a gruesome sight, a pool of blood splattered across the floor, stretching even into the small bathroom.

Men’s voices could be heard from within the bathroom, persistently resonating in the air.

Two at the same time!

Consumed by a blazing fury, Edgar strode purposefully toward the bathroom. In the periphery of his vision, he caught sight of a figure nonchalantly standing nearby.

He took a closer look.

It was Sylvia.

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She embellished a subtle touch of makeup, exuding an air of elegance as she leaned Sylviafully against the chair. Her slender fingers rhythmically tapped on the broken leg of the stool nearby.

There were a few conch tips on the legs of the stool and occasional drops of blood on the ground. It could be seen that it had experienced a fierce battle.

Edgar looked her up and down carefully.

“Are you… really okay?”

Sylvia tilted her head and smiled playfully. “Are you disappointed that I’m fine, Mr. Fallen?”

Of course not.

as he was about to argue, Sylvia chimed in with a smirk, “Mr. Fallen, looks like you’ve got your finger on the pulse of things. Did you come all the way just to catch up on the latest gossip in the entertainment industry?”

“What?”

Edgar was confused.

abruptly, and two figures, appearing as disheveled and injured, were crawling towards her.

a

messed–up faces were crawling over, all bloody

of them had a disturbing redness on his face, looking like he had been dosed with something. He

blood seeping through his fingers, his

manner. Her face was drenched in blood, and the pain etched on her features made her appearance truly ghastly.

let out a

encounter when he had discovered Sylvia’s

to allow herself to be at a

Lewis crawled miserably to a place two meters away from Sylvia and knelt down. Suddenly, they burst into tears.

and Lucy’s idea. They urged me

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yes! We were completely in the wrong. Please spare us.

again…”

took out her phone with a sneer and scrolled through the information she

Epicent Films, Victor Wesley, is notorious for his greed and debauchery. He has a disturbing inclination toward the mistreatment of women. Numerous female stars and employees have suffered from

to the demise of 11 individuals. Do you really think you can get away with

hearing her words, the two of them

legs trembled uncontrollably.

We know we messed up big time. We swear we won’t ever dare to pull such a stunt again.

of red wine and gave it a gentle

on Twitter. Announce your crimes, sincerely apologize to the victim, and make it known to the public just how despicable and infuriating you truly

faces of the two men tensed up upon hearing her words.

head. “No… No way! If I do that, they’ll kick me off the board! Everyone will hate me, and the cops will lock

please have mercy. We can promise you

just thinking about being sentenced to death and getting beaten up by other prisoners

listened with a

fierce, and cunning, with an array of tricks at her

resonated with his own style of

the two people on the ground and said,

gazes at him once more

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they could even beg for mercy, he cut them off with a chilling tone, “Or

my torture?”

Sylvia was confused.

people being threatened trembled all

enough about Edgar’s reputation for dealing

of it made them shudder, realizing it would be a fate

even

do it! We’ll do

video on Twitter

left the private room. She didn’t even look

Tim and chased