Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 72

Sylvia’s pupils constricted, “Abigail is missing?”

“Indeed, Ms. Lancelot. This ain’t your run–of–the–mill contract violation or dropout scenario. Something smells fishy. Abigail was firing on all cylinders before the recording, getting along with the other contestants like a house on fire. She wouldn’t just pack her bags and leave.”

“I see. Let’s keep the show on the road for now and not let the cat out of the bag. Holler if there’s anything else,” she laid out the plan in a cool and collected manner. “I’ll start sniffing around about this. Keep the recording site stable.”

She hung up the call, knitted her brows, and finally dialed the number tucked away in the farthest

corner of her phonebook.

“B–boss?”

The voice on the other end stuttered, surprise evident in their tone. “Is it really you?”

“It’s me,” Sylvia responded succinctly.

The person at the other end of the line was over the moon, and even through the screen, their shock and joy were palpable.

“Boss, it’s been a long time since we last heard from you. Is there anything urgent up your sleeve this

time? Dark Bell will move heaven and earth for you!”

The Dark Bell was her ace in the hole, a shadowy organization with eyes and ears across the globe,

entrenched in all walks of life.

With a single command from Sylvia, no intel was out of their reach.

“Find Abigail Green’s whereabouts for me. I want results in ten minutes. About me going off the grid with you guys, it’s a long story, I’ll fill you in when there’s time.”

Sylvia put down her phone, a shadow of worry pooling in her eyes.

Despite her faith in the Dark Bell’s efficiency, with each passing moment, the safety of Abigail became more unpredictable.

Her phone jingled again. Glancing at the time, only eight minutes had passed.

“Boss, we’ve got a lead. Around noon, Abigail got a call. The caller beckoned her outside the recording site, claiming to have urgent matters to discuss.

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“Once Abigail stepped out, she was immediately rendered unconscious and stashed in the trunk of a vehicle with a counterfeit license plate. The car headed towards the outskirts of Frant City, towards Gravel Mountain. After passing through a tunnel, the vehicle disappeared from the surveillance camera.

somewhere near Gravel Mountain, likely kidnapped. What do you

legwork this time,” Sylvia replied, her demeanor

map sent over,

It was a new message from an

If you’re late, you’re in hot water. Remember, you’re flying solo. If you dare squeal to the cops or bring backup, we’ll kill her immediately.”

unknown number pinged another picture message – it

red Maybach, Sylvia fell deep into

dough.

of the Smith family?

smooth as a whistle. He wouldn’t have slipped up this time, leaving breadcrumbs for the

head, she roughly determined the mastermind

Gravel Mountain, spun the

threads for

accentuated her porcelain skin, fitting her like

ponytail, which made her

and you’re

burning the candle at both ends at the office, this is not good for

to see Sylvia in her sportswear, her

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Lancelot, you’re looking heroic! A real breath of fresh air compared to

approval. “Off for some

“For fighting.”

Sylvia gestured dismissively.

“What?! Fight?”

thinking she had misheard, “You’re going to fight?

Sylvia’s slender build, the worry creeping into her

about

her bag over her shoulder and made a beeline for Gravel Mountain in

aura, before snapping out of it

put a pin in whatever you’re doing!” Susan blurted, “What if she lands

on

sighed, the air

up? Have you kidnapped that woman yet?”

on the horn, eager for an update.

“You bet. It’s me at the helm

Nancy at the confirmation. Even the chirping

message to that bitch? No hiccups,