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.

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

“What?”

Edgar was confused.

appearing as disheveled and injured, were crawling towards her.

a closer look.

messed–up faces were crawling over, all

looking like he had been dosed

abdomen, blood seeping through his fingers, his face contorted

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

and he let out a sigh

encounter when he had discovered Sylvia’s

to allow

place two meters away from Sylvia and knelt down. Suddenly, they burst into

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

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wrong. Please spare us. We promise we

again…”

sneer and scrolled

notorious for his greed and debauchery. He has a disturbing inclination toward the mistreatment of women. Numerous female stars and

Lewis, the director of Epicent Films, has exploited and preyed upon countless female stars, leading to the demise

two of them burst into even louder

legs trembled uncontrollably.

swear we won’t ever dare to pull such a stunt again. If we do, may lightning strike us down and turn us into

herself a glass of red

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 and infuriating

men tensed up

shook his head. “No… No way! If I do that, they’ll kick me off the board! Everyone will hate me, and the cops will lock me up! I won’t get out

Lancelot, please have mercy. We can promise you anything other than

were scared to death just thinking about being sentenced to death and getting beaten up

stood aside quietly and listened with a slight smile

an array of tricks at

with his own style of handling matters.

gloomily at the two people on the ground and said, “Do as Ms.

cast humble gazes at

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for mercy, he cut them off with a chilling tone, “Or would you prefer a taste

my torture?”

Sylvia was confused.

being threatened trembled

about Edgar’s reputation for dealing with

it

even more

it! We’ll do it now!”

on Twitter under the cold

up, and left the private room. She didn’t even look

called Tim and chased after her.