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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made a beeline for

hoping to be to storu

at

to bide

as he had vacated the

a handful of

you out on your ear!” She sat in the back of the Bentley, seething

Bentayga pulled up outside

the car than she was stopped by a couple of bodyguards who had been patrolling outside

private digs. He’s not here. Please drop by when Mr. Smith’s at home,” a suit clad, sunglasses wearing

Sarah assessed him with

view. “Please go back. Without the

by his stance and raised her hand for a

sharp “Crack!” echoed loud and clear

step aside, but no dice, you had to push me to get physical. Let me spell it out for you, I’m Patric’s betrothed, the Grammer family’s

me?”

flaunted her status, upping her haughty demeanor,

in without Mr. Smith’s green

hard for us,”

that feeds. As Patric’s fiancee, I suspect he’s playing host to

bodyguards exchanged glances, their once resolute demeanor wavering.

well aware of Sarah’s high status and knew better than to rile her up. If

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front door but couldn’t make it up to the third floor.

her hair, and marched through the front

couldn’t stop it.” As soon as Sarah stepped inside, the guard gave out his grim instructions.

froze for a split second, then blurted out,

disapproving look, “Don’t mind her, start the

you’re crossing a line here!”

the guards, “Not only are you trespassing, you have the

search however I

then turned to the guards, “What are you numbskulls waiting

over to the sofa, claiming her spot in

swoop.

of this place? So what if you’re the Grammer family’s daughter? You don’t hold a candle to Miss Lancelot!” The outrage bubbled

under the collar with Susan’s words, giving the trash can a good kick.

floors got another unceremonious shower of garbage.