Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 78

“In Patric’s villa?”

Sarah’s sleepiness instantly evaporated as she sat bolt upright in bed.

“Spill it, how on earth is Hedda connected to him?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? Since Sylvia divorced Edgar, she’s been as thick as thieves with Patric. Despite Edgar transferring the bay villa to her, she didn’t move in, and we’ve never been able to pin

down her actual address.”

“What are you implying?” Sarah scowled.

“Isn’t what I mean obvious enough?” Nancy rolled her eyes, “It means she’s likely shacked up with Patric! We’ve turned Frant City upside down looking for Hedda but to no avail, which makes me think that

Sylvia could’ve tucked him away in Patric’s villa!”

After mulling it over, Sarah conceded that Nancy’s theory held water and promptly dispatched someone to investigate.

After ending the call, Nancy tossed her phone aside in frustration, reclining against the headboard as she

awaited Sarah’s intel.

Hedda’s miraculous survival as a vegetative patient remained a thorn in her side.

No matter how much she strutted like a peacock in public, Hedda’s existence was a constant reminder of

her illegitimate birth.

Having become the Mellis Group’s heir apparent, she sought every chance to eliminate Hedda, but given her mother’s eagle–eyed vigilance, almost never leaving Hedda’s bedside, she struggled to find an opening.

But as long as Hedda clung to life, her claim to the Mellis Group throne would remain shaky.

It was inevitable that she’d be compared to her in the public eye.

Hedda’s disappearance presented a golden opportunity he had to seize the moment and knock off the two most troublesome obstacles!

The dawn gradually illuminated the sky, the morning sunlight softly kissed every nook and cranny, gently rousing the city from its slumber.

Nancy watched as the skies brightened outside her window, her anxiety escalating with each passing

second.

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it up, she quickly swiped

Hedda is in Patric’s villa, but our guys have reported that the villa’s security has nearly doubled. The place is locked down

how much clout the Mellis Group or the Grammer family wield, we can’t afford to get on Patric’s bad side, especially not on

Nancy deflated.

was at her wits end, totally stumped about what to do next.

own plans. You don’t have to worry about it.”

up before Nancy could respond, hurling

always given her the cold shoulder, but suddenly, he started treating Sylvia with kid gloves, which really got under her skin.

about Sylvia and Hedda potentially being in his villa, she was

the angrier she got. She made up her mind to do some snooping around at his villa while Patric was out and

get up quickly!”

call, yanked Elon out of

swing by Patric’s villa this morning, get everything arranged pronto. If anything

champing at the bit to argue that he was just a bodyguard, that these chores should be handled by an assistant, but eventually

“Yes.”

Nancy, Tim hopped on the red–eye flight back to Frant City from

scent, he decided to swing by his own apartment, freshen up with a shower,

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panic washed over Tim, but he tried his

poker face.

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need to see

keep his cool, Tim put down his bag and said, “You could’ve just given me a bell if you needed anything, there was no need to come down here. It’s still early, you haven’t had your morning joe yet, have you? Can I whip something up for you?”

have you

off the volley of questions thrown his way. He snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray with his slender fingers, and his icy gaze pierced

in the office all the time. I’ve been itching to stretch my legs a bit more, but never seem to find the time. Didn’t want it to mess with my work, so I squeezed

“Is that so?”

other, his fingers tapping on the glossy solid wood trim of

alone was enough to make

just hitting the pavement for a bit of morning exercise. Don’t read

me down,” Edgar sighed, a hint of fatigue

shook his head. “I don’t know what

Nancy have been removed. You used my name for it. And last night,

his eagle–eyed gaze focused unyieldingly on