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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frilled. Snatching it up, she quickly swiped to answer, “Well? Any news yet?”

is in Patric’s villa, but our guys have reported that the villa’s

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

Nancy deflated.

totally stumped about what to

plans. You don’t have

respond, hurling her phone aside in

her the cold shoulder, but suddenly, he started treating Sylvia

potentially being in his villa,

mind to do some snooping around at his villa while Patric was out and about.

and shine, get up

phone call, yanked

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

just a bodyguard, that these chores should be handled by an assistant, but eventually he gave in

“Yes.”

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

to swing by his own apartment, freshen

the office to

up the door, he caught sight of a silhouette

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and saw it was Edgar.

swirling smoke, his face was

wave of panic washed over Tim,

poker face.

by Edgar, so he had the door

Fallen, did you need to see me?”

a bell if you needed anything, there was no need to come down here. It’s still early, you haven’t had your

have you been?”

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 through Tim

office all the time. I’ve been itching to stretch my legs a bit more, but never seem to

“Is that so?”

He stretched out his long legs, crossing one over the other, his fingers tapping on the glossy solid wood trim of the

to make Tim feel the strong pressure.

bit of morning exercise.

hint of fatigue crossing his face. “Do you

Tim shook his head. “I don’t

for it. And last night, you left Frant City. What were you up

ceased his chatter, his eagle–eyed gaze focused unyieldingly on Tim.