Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 74

Elon scoffed, beating his chest in bravado, “Just a mere protege of Rin Sakuragawa? It won’t take more than three swings for me to wipe her off the map!”

He was a former national combat sports champion, hence his high–dollar hire as a bodyguard for the Grammer family,

Having heard his reassurances, Sarah let out a small sigh of relief.

Raising her binoculars, she continued to survey the situation inside the cabin.

A few brutes on the ground writhed in pain, once again subdued by Sylvía.

Another kidnapper tried a sneak attack with a knife, only to have Sylvía nimbly grab his wrist and send him crashing to the floor with a well–executed shoulder throw.

She twisted his hands behind his back and swiftly kicked his knees out from under him.

“Planning a sneak attack? You wouldn’t stand a chance even with a few more years of practice.”

She tightened her grip on his hands, causing the kidnapper to wince in pain and beg for mercy.

From a distance, Sarah watched in bitter frustration, grinding her teeth, “These goons are no match for her! Elon, you’re up! If you can’t deal with her today, you’re fired!”

“Right away, Miss. Grammer.”

Rolling up his sleeves, Elon was about to barrel into the wooden cabin when his phone buzzed.

He quickly glanced at the screen, his face palpable as he anxiously said, “Miss. Grammer, our informant says there are two groups at the foot of the mountain, believed to be Mr. Smith of the Angle Group and Mr. Fallen of the Fallen Group. We need to leave!”

“No way! If we leave now, this whole trip would be for nothing! I need to see that bitch grovel at my feet!” Sarah defiantly retorted.

Elon, desperate to whisk her away but restrained by his role, continued his appeal, “Please consider, in Frant City, those two are not to be trifled with! If they stumble upon us here, we wouldn’t be able to talk our–way out of it even with ten tongues! Miss. Grammer, if we don’t scram now, we won’t get another

chance!”

Every memory of Patric’s tender treatment towards Sylvia stoked her fury, fueling her desire to tear Sylvia limb from limb.

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But the circumstances forced her to hold back, and with a final resentful glare at the wooden cabin, Sarah reluctantly retreated down another trail

the wooden

completed another round with the five kidnappers, deliberately allowing them to regroup

attack

writhed on the ground, wailing in

the doorway, coolly watching the spectacle unfold.

are now.

was curtains for him. Might as well go down

locked his gaze with her piercing stare, picked up

you think this through! She’s my hostage, would you believe I could kill her

first?”

I swear I’ll make you suffer a million times more,” threatened Sylvia, ice in her eyes and a fierce, commanding

dare to act recklessly. Cowering, he pulled back a little, yet the knife against Abigail’s

card. Releasing his grip now would be akin to throwing in the towel, forfeiting

her brows remained furrowed, a clear sign of

was worried about the kidnapper overacting and hurting Abigail, so she too played it

face as they stood at an impasse.

the stalemate persisted, a flurry of chatter echoed from outside the door, growing louder as if a heated argument was

the kidnapper a chilling glance, and ventured

commotion.

she looked towards the source of the sound and spotted

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you doing here?” questioned Patric, coldly

Mr. Smith in the loop about my whereabouts? Or does Mr. Smith

mounted between the two, ready to explode any second, Sylvia, with an expression of helplessness, stepped in to

are you guys here?”

ruffled her hair playfully. “It’s Susan who told me that you were going out to fight, so I came along.

wrapped up. Five against one, like they stood a chance,” Sylvia

despite being aware of her formidable skills, Edgar felt a jolt

One against five.

not a feat every woman could pull off.

grew deeper and curiosity about her identity piqued even

that her story went deeper than just an average orphan raised by the welfare institution. There must have been some twists and turns in her past. Each time he

dark, deep–set eyes grew a tad stronger.

was as cool as a cucumber, seemingly unfazed, as if he’d seen it coming