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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up, she quickly swiped to answer, “Well? Any news yet?”

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

do we do now? No matter how much clout the Mellis Group or the Grammer family wield,

Nancy deflated.

totally

plans. You don’t

before Nancy could respond, hurling her phone

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

being in his villa, she

stewed about it, the angrier she got. She made up her mind to do some snooping

shine, get

phone call, yanked

have to swing by Patric’s villa this morning, get everything arranged pronto. If anything goes off the rails, it’s on you.”

sleep from his eyes, was champing at the bit to argue that he was just a bodyguard, that these chores should be handled by an assistant, but eventually he gave in with a

“Yes.”

to him by Nancy, Tim hopped on the red–eye flight back

scent, he decided to swing by his

office to clock

in. Before he could button up the door, he

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turned and saw it was Edgar.

the swirling smoke, his face was as dark as thunder.

locked eyes and a wave of panic washed over Tim, but he tried his best to

poker face.

was arranged by Edgar, so he had the door password

did you need

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

have you

out his cigarette in the ashtray with his

stretch my legs

“Is that so?”

one over the other, his fingers tapping on the glossy solid wood trim of the sofa, exerting an air of

to make Tim feel the strong

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

down,” Edgar sighed, a hint of fatigue crossing his

don’t know what you’re talking

it. And last night, you left

ceased his chatter, his eagle–eyed gaze