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.

14:33

Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother’s Hiddeer

6.5%

Chapter 77

it’s a command

turning frosty. “He’d actually send you to do such a

continued, “The vile deeds you committed against Miss Mellis, Mr. Fallen’s betrothed, won’t

Tim cautioned, “Avoid futile resistance. All lives aboard are now in

scoffed, eyes darting around to plot an

expect him to be so cutthroat. Clearly,

stealthily stretched out her foot, fishing out a

her seat.

didn’t notice 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 the only one meeting

behind him quickly took the other

warning.

hot cup of coffee from her seat and lobbed it at

Tím.

you to decide how I play my

flying coffee cup, she kicked open the cabin door and slung the parachute bag onto her back as fast as greased

the pitch–black night.

let

the time

to the cabin door, peering out into

twinkling stars, no sign of Sylvia to be

was free–falling into the inky abyss, the howling wind filling her ears.

popped open the

lingered at the cabin door, staring into the darkness. The night was so dark, he couldn’t make heads or tails of their altitude.

Lie My

6.5%

77

nothing more than a smear on the pavement, we

way or another, he had completed the task Nancy had entrusted him

are you asleep?” he murmured

Edgar, he had secretly lifted the phone surveillance

I sleep without hearing from you? How’s the task I

assured, it’s done,” Tim

mean

octave, “Did you mess

jumped from the plane with no safety measures. From this height, she’s as good

washed over Nancy. “Well done, Tim. I

let

was, she still lost to

though knocking off Sylvia was a shot in the arm, she hadn’t