Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 79

“Son of a bitch!”

Edgar’s veins bulged as he grabbed Tim by the collar and landed a punch squarely on his face. “Where did she leap from? Where did she land?”

His world spun from Edgar’s punch.

Wiping off the trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Tim simply grinned, refusing to

answer.

Edgar landed a kick in his gut.

Tím tumbled to the ground, rolling in pain. It took him a while to clutch his belly and struggle back to his

feet.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fallen. Even if you beat me to a pulp today, I won’t spill the beans about Sylvia’s

whereabouts.”

“When I find her, I’ll deal with you.”

With that, Edgar stormed out of Tim’s apartment. Before leaving, he ordered his men to confine Tim to

his room and assigned guards to keep watch.

Upon leaving the apartment, Edgar dialed a number.

“Zack, I need you to track Sylvia’s flight from last night and pinpoint her location. Asap.”

Edgar climbed into his car and lit a cigarette, exuding frustration.

By the time he reached his eighth smoke, the phone finally rang.

Without a second’s hesitation, he answered.

“I found it. Her flight from last night crossed a vast mountain range between Frant City and Wind City. There’s a good chance she landed somewhere around there. How’s that for quick?”

Zack’s voice came through, brimming with helplessness, “Didn’t think Tim would have the guts to do this. But that mountain range is massive, Edgar. If she really did jump from a plane, there’s no way she could’ve survived. You sure you want to go down this rabbit hole?”

Edgar’s brow furrowed, his dark eyes twitched uncontrollably, “Alive or dead, I need to see her.”

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had to

revle, and as soon as he had

handful of bodyguards in

or Hedda, I want you out on your

Bentley Bentayga pulled up outside the villa.

of the car than she was stopped by a couple of

private digs. He’s not here. Please drop by when Mr.

gatekeeping me?” Sarah assessed him with a

back. Without the order of Mr. Smith, we can’t let anyone in.”

got irked by his stance and raised her hand for a good smack.

sharp “Crack!” echoed loud and clear in the

step aside, but no dice, you had to push me to get physical. Let me spell it

me?”

status, upping her haughty

if you’re his betrothed, you can’t barge in without Mr. Smith’s green light.

hard for us,”

he’s playing host to other women in his pad. What’s wrong with a quick sno By all accounts, I’ve got every right. Get with the program and

their once resolute demeanor

knew better than to rile her up. If things got physical, they

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all, she could breach the front door but couldn’t make it

her hair, and marched through the front gate, the guards in

it.” As soon as Sarah stepped inside,

froze for a split second, then blurted out, “Who the hell

I need to file a report to visit my own fiance’s villa?” Sarah shot Susan a disapproving look, “Don’t mind her, start the search! We don’t

whoa, whoa, you’re crossing a line here!”

intercept the guards, “Not only are you trespassing, you have the audacity to rummage through our stuff!”

search however I please.”

scornful glance, then turned to the guards, “What are you numbskulls waiting for? Do you need me to do your job for you?”

strutted over to the sofa, claiming her spot in

swoop.

owner of this place? So what if you’re the Grammer family’s daughter? You don’t hold a candle to

hot under the collar with Susan’s words, giving the trash can a

cleaned floors got another