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.

near Gravel Mountain, likely kidnapped. What do you

for the legwork this time,”

over,

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

hot water. Remember,

another picture message – it was a shot of Abigail taking

fire–engine red Maybach, Sylvia fell deep

to threaten her, yet they didn’t want dough. They deliberately stressed that

of

memory was smooth as a whistle. He

a few rounds in her head, she roughly determined

spun the wheel, and made a

business threads for some

accentuated her porcelain skin, fitting her like a glove

ponytail, which

home and you’re going out

the candle at both ends at the office, this is not good for your health. Rest up now you’re home, your health’s the most

on, she spun around to see Sylvia

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looking heroic! A real breath of fresh air compared to

beamed with approval. “Off for

“For fighting.”

Sylvia gestured dismissively.

“What?! Fight?”

“You’re going to fight?

Sylvia’s slender build, the worry creeping into her

about

shoulder and made a beeline for Gravel Mountain in her Maybach, following

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

need to put a pin in

on it.”

furrowed his brow and sighed, the air heavy with his resignation.

shaping up? Have you

horn, eager for an

me at the helm

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

a text message to that