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

can’t hold a candle to that woman who doesn’t even have anything to

the one suffering in the hospital because of her. Can you really stand by and let me

stone–cold. A fleeting trace of weariness shone through his steely gaze.

you used to be different. You’ve disappointed me too

a beeline for the door, leaving Nancy weeping on

was eerily quiet, with the occasional nurse tip–toeing

deserted corner, Edgar took out his cell phone

send me in the

downtown, taking a shortcut towards Gravel Mountain.

specifically chose a backstreet devoid of surveillance cameras and

wind whooshing past her ears gave her a heady

still had something important to do and couldn’t afford to soak in

engine roaring

Sylvia caught a glimpse of the screen and smoothly

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

glanced at the GPS and

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

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of bushes and began her solitary ascent.

nestled deep within the forest. From a distance, it looked run–down

a shack.

and

who’s in a hurry,” came a

leader of the kidnappers, clad in a thick black mask, was an

feet, a patchwork of

at Abigail’s battered body, a flash of icy determination

her go first, and

and took a

behavior. He roughly hoisted the unconscious

her neck.

bargain with me when you’re here to save her? Believe it or not, I’ll

“You won’t dare.”

met his gaze head–on, her

all fragile and delicate but carried an unwavering calm

her.

kidnapper’s face was a picture of bewilderment.

in the woods just outside the cabin, surveying the scene within through a pair of binoculars.

his cap, prepared in advance by Sarah, which allowed her to hear every word

she rescue her out of

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