Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 77

Late at night.

Sitting comfortably in first class, Sylvia, as bright as a button despite the hour, savored her coffee.

She peered out the window, but the ink–dipped darkness of the night made it impossible to discern even

the contours of the clouds.

With a waning interest, Sylvia was about to withdraw her gaze when a familiar silhouette caught her eye

in the window’s reflection.

The figure wore sunglasses, briefly making eye contact before dodging her gaze.

Her defenses rose as she took a covert sweep of her surroundings, only to find that her bodyguards had, at some point, slipped into slumber, as had the rest of the passengers.

A whiff of danger tingled her senses.

Rising to investigate the other cabins, she found herself facing a well–suited man and his entourage, all

well–built and closing in on her.

The man in question was none other than Mr. Sunglasses himself.

It seemed that their intentions were very clear. It was obvious that they were targeting her.

Sylvia simply stood still.

If evasion was out of the question, it was better to fight head–on.

“Miss Lancelot, long time no see,” the man removed his sunglasses, flashing a grin. “You probably didn’t expect us to meet again so soon.”

“It’s you?”

Sylvia’s brow furrowed.

The man, Tim, motioned to his followers who quickly swarmed Sylvia.

“Rumor has it Miss Lancelot is quite the hand at ju–jitsu, but I advise you to behave yourself. This plane’s under my thumb, and if you so much as twitch, I won’t think twice about going down in flames, causing an air disaster. I’m sure you don’t want these passengers to bite the dust because of you.”

His grin wiped off, he settled in his seat, casting an indifferent gaze upon her.

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it’s a command from Mr.

actually send you to do such

I’ve said before,” Tim continued, “The vile deeds you committed against Miss Mellis, Mr. Fallen’s betrothed, won’t go unpunished. This is

All lives aboard are now in my palm, unless you truly wish

to plot an escape

cutthroat. Clearly, Nancy is his apple of

stretched out her

her seat.

her action. Seeing her as cool as a cucumber, his brow furrowed, and he barked, “Don’t try to pull a fast one, or you won’t be

behind him quickly took the other passengers

warning.

playing on her lips, grabbed the scalding hot cup of coffee from her

Tím.

to you to decide how

cabin door and slung the parachute bag onto her back as fast as greased lightning. Then, without a second thought, she took a leap of faith into

the pitch–black night.

let her take the

by the time Tim realized what she was up to.

door, peering out into the

a canvas of twinkling stars, no sign

the inky abyss, the howling wind

open

his goons still lingered at the cabin door, staring into the darkness. The night was so dark, he

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be nothing more than a smear on the pavement, we probably won’t even find

of relief at the thug’s words. Indeed, one way or another, he had completed the task Nancy had entrusted him with.

Mellis, are you asleep?” he

lifted the phone surveillance on Nancy, granting her freedom to communicate,

without hearing from you? How’s the task I gave you coming along?” Nancy, from her

done,” Tim

do you mean ‘it’s

octave, “Did you mess up? Is

no safety measures. From this height, she’s as

over Nancy. “Well done, Tim. I

hanging up, she let out

how crafty this bitch was, she still lost to her in the

Sylvia was a shot in the arm, she hadn’t lost sight of the