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.

she’s somewhere near Gravel Mountain, likely kidnapped.

see. Thanks for the legwork this time,” Sylvia replied, her demeanor

over, ready to drive there.

phone pinged again. It was a new message from an unknown

Green has been kidnapped by me, get here within the hour. If you’re late, you’re in hot water. Remember, you’re flying solo. If you dare squeal to the cops

– it was a shot

her fire–engine red Maybach, Sylvia fell deep into

man kidnapped Abigail to threaten her, yet they didn’t want dough. They deliberately stressed that she had

of the Smith family?

and the way he wiped her memory was smooth as a whistle. He wouldn’t have slipped up this time, leaving

her head, she roughly determined

the wheel, and made a

threads

her like a glove and

long tresses into a high ponytail,

and you’re going out

you’ve been burning the candle at both ends at the office, this is not good for your health. Rest up now

she prattled on, she spun around to see Sylvia in her sportswear,

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looking heroic! A real breath of fresh air compared to

beamed with approval. “Off

“For fighting.”

Sylvia gestured dismissively.

“What?! Fight?”

misheard, “You’re going to fight? Are you sure?”

eyed Sylvia’s slender build, the

worry about

and made a beeline for Gravel

Susan was floored once more by Sylvia’s heroic aura, before snapping out of it and dialing up

off to fight. You need to put a pin in whatever you’re doing!” Susan blurted, “What

on

the air heavy

shaping up? Have you kidnapped that woman

on the horn,

It’s me at the helm after all. No chance for a

Even the chirping sparrows outside her window suddenly seemed less of a nuisance.

send a text message to that bitch? No hiccups, right?”