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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command from Mr.

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

Mr. Fallen’s betrothed, won’t go unpunished. This

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

scoffed, eyes darting around to plot an

so cutthroat. Clearly, Nancy is his apple of

stretched out her foot, fishing out a

her seat.

and he barked, “Don’t try to pull a fast one, or you won’t be

behind him quickly took the other passengers hostage, their eyes flashing

warning.

smirk playing on her lips, grabbed the scalding hot cup of coffee from her seat and lobbed it at

Tím.

to you to decide how

all eyes were on the flying coffee cup, she kicked open the cabin door and slung the parachute bag onto her back

the pitch–black night.

Don’t let her

too late by the time Tim realized what she was up

to the cabin door,

stars, no

was free–falling into the inky abyss, the howling

her breath, she popped open the parachute

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

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a goner. She’ll be nothing more than a smear

out a sigh of relief at the thug’s words. Indeed, one way or another,

he murmured into his bluetooth

Edgar, he had secretly 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 hospital bed,

it’s done,” Tim

do you mean ‘it’s

you mess up? Is

safety measures. From this height,

“Well done, Tim. I really owe

she let out a

still lost to her in the end! She

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