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.

got your finger on the pulse of things. Did

“What?”

Edgar was confused.

two figures, appearing as disheveled

took a closer look.

faces were crawling

face, looking like he had been

injured abdomen, blood seeping through his fingers, his

with her hands in a sorrowful manner. Her face was drenched in blood, and

subsided, and he let out a

he had discovered Sylvia’s

not one to allow herself to be at

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

Jameson and Lucy’s idea. They urged me to do this! I

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wrong. Please spare us. We promise we won’t

again…”

a sneer and scrolled through the information she had on them.

disturbing inclination toward the mistreatment of women. Numerous female stars and employees have

Lewis, the director of Epicent Films, has exploited and preyed upon countless female stars, leading to the demise of 11 individuals. Do you really think you can get away with it so easily?”

words, the two of them burst into even

legs trembled

ever dare to pull such a

poured herself a glass of red wine and

your mistakes, I suggest you post the recorded video from the bathroom on Twitter. Announce your crimes, sincerely apologize to the victim, and make it known to the public just how despicable

tensed

his head. “No… No way! If I do that, they’ll kick me off the board!

“Ms. Lancelot, please have mercy. We can promise you anything

sentenced to death and getting beaten up by other prisoners

stood aside quietly and listened with a slight smile

direct, fierce, and cunning, with an array of tricks at her disposal.

own style of handling matters.

could speak, he glanced gloomily at the two people on the ground and said, “Do

gazes at him once more

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for mercy, he cut them off with a chilling tone, “Or

my torture?”

Sylvia was confused.

people being threatened trembled all over.

heard enough about Edgar’s

it would be a

even

do it! We’ll

on Twitter under the cold gaze of

rubbed her wrists, got up, and left the private room.

and chased after