Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Edgar didn’t utter a word and looked at her with a livid face.

“Edgar, hear me out…” Nancy fumbled for an explanation, “You’re reading too much into it. It was just

idle chit–chat.”

Cold sweat was breaking out across her forehead, uncertain of how much of her conversation with Sarah he had actually overheard, so she decided to play dumb.

“What are you going to do?”

Edgar brushed aside her attempt at explanation, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

That icy stare, that frosty tone, could it be that he had heard it all?!

Nancy’s hand instinctively clenched the corner of the quilt.

“It’s nothing, I was just chewing the fat with a friend. Don’t you trust me?”

Edgar paid no heed to her doe–eyed pleas, his piercing gaze seeming to see right through her: “You should know, even if you keep mum, I can send someone to dig up the truth. But by then, you’ll be out of luck.”

He kept toying with his wristwatch, his face a mask, hiding any emotions that might give him away. This poker face of his put Nancy even more on edge.

She bit her lip, realizing she couldn’t weasel her way out of his line of questioning. Tears welled up in her eyes as she started to choke back sobs.

“Edgar! I can’t stomach this anymore! Sylvia divorced you, and yet you still have her in your good Sylvias! I’ve hardly ever set foot in that bay–side villa, let alone lived there! Yet you transferred the deed

to her.

“During the Mellis Group banquet last time, she shamed me. She even had the audacity to lay a hand on

me this time, I was just a hair’s breadth away from losing my chastity!

“Edgar! I despise her, I truly do! I just wanted to knock her down a peg or two. What’s so wrong about

that?”

She threw herself into Edgar’s arms, trying to play the damsel in distress, but he simply furrowed his brow and steadied her.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, where is Sylvia?”

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knitted together, his tone resolute and brooking no dissent.

these years together, are you saying I can’t hold a candle to that woman who doesn’t even have anything to

cold–hearted? I’m the one suffering in the hospital because of her. Can you really stand by and

stood up, his face stone–cold. A fleeting trace

you used to be different. You’ve

that, he made a beeline for the door, leaving Nancy weeping on the hospital bed, her face

eerily quiet, with the

he turned a deserted corner, Edgar took out his cell phone and

and send me in the next

taking

cameras and traffic lights, gunning it

the window down, the wind whooshing past her ears gave her

to do and couldn’t afford to soak in the scenic countryside.

pedal, the engine roaring to life as it

a glimpse of the screen and smoothly tapped her bluetooth

to arrive, Miss Lancelot. Just a heads up, take a right after the tunnel and meet at the

at the GPS and turned

mountain. Sylvia painstakingly compared it with the photo sent by Dark Bell, confirming it was the same

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tucked her Maybach behind a clump of bushes and

From a distance, it looked

a

her stride and barged into the

hurry,” came a

the kidnappers, clad in a thick black mask, was an unreadable entity.

sprawled at his feet, a patchwork

battered body, a

her go first, and then we’ll talk.”

pulled up a chair, and took a seat, her gaze nonchalantly

her behavior. He roughly hoisted the unconscious Abigail, pressing

her neck.

here to save her? Believe it or not, I’ll

“You won’t dare.”

gaze head–on, her fearlessness inexplicably unnerving him.

fragile and delicate but carried an unwavering calm as if she had an

her.

a picture of

down in the woods just outside the cabin,

advance by Sarah, which allowed her to hear every word

rescue her out of here

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