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

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

you committed against Miss Mellis, Mr. Fallen’s betrothed,

his hand, Tim cautioned, “Avoid futile resistance. All lives aboard are now in my palm, unless you truly wish

eyes darting around to

be so cutthroat. Clearly, Nancy is his apple of the eye.

out her foot, fishing out a parachute bag from under

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

goons behind him quickly took the other passengers hostage,

warning.

on her lips, grabbed the scalding hot

Tím.

to you to decide how I

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

the pitch–black night.

let her take

too late by the time Tim

rushed to the cabin door, peering out into

sky was a canvas of twinkling stars, no sign of Sylvia

inky abyss,

popped open the parachute purely instinctively.

the cabin door, staring into the darkness. The

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from such a height without any protection, she’s a goner. She’ll be nothing more than a smear on the pavement, we probably

let out a sigh of relief at the thug’s words. Indeed, one way or another, he had completed the task

he murmured into his

under the guise of Edgar, he had secretly lifted the phone surveillance on Nancy, granting her freedom to

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

done,” Tim

do you mean ‘it’s

“Did you mess up? Is she not

measures. From this height, she’s as good as dead.”

Nancy. “Well done, Tim. I

up, she let out a

she still lost to her in the end! She was the last

in the arm, she hadn’t lost