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.

suspect she’s somewhere near Gravel Mountain, likely kidnapped. What

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

studied the map sent over, ready to drive

was a new message from an

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 or

pinged another picture message – it was a shot

red Maybach, Sylvia fell deep into thought.

yet they didn’t want dough. They deliberately stressed that she had

be one of the

he wiped her memory was smooth as a whistle. He wouldn’t have slipped up this time, leaving breadcrumbs for the Dark Bell

her head, she roughly determined

spun the wheel, and made a beeline for Patric’s villa.

swapped her business threads for some sportswear.

fitting her

tresses into a high ponytail, which

you’re

footfall, Susan began to chide her, “Miss Lancelot, you’ve been burning the candle at both ends at the office, this is

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breath of fresh air compared to your usual self!”

approval. “Off

“For fighting.”

Sylvia gestured dismissively.

“What?! Fight?”

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

Sylvia’s slender build, the worry creeping

worry about

her shoulder and made a beeline for

Sylvia’s heroic aura, before snapping out of

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

on

brow and sighed, the air heavy with

the plan shaping up? Have you kidnapped that

was on the horn,

replied, “You bet. It’s me at the helm after all. No chance for

wave of elation washed over Nancy at the confirmation. Even the

message to that