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 the mountain range.

to storu

at

by Patric being home, she had to bide her time

donibile checked Patrict revle, and as soon as he had vacated the villa for Angle Group, she rushed

with a handful of bodyguards in tow,

Sylvia or Hedda, I want you out on

Bentayga pulled up outside the

stopped by a couple of bodyguards

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

gatekeeping me?” Sarah assessed him with a disgusted up–down gaze, hell

her view. “Please go back. Without the order of

got irked by his stance and raised

clear in

Let me spell it out for you, I’m Patric’s betrothed, the Grammer family’s second daughter! You got some nerve

me?”

status, upping her

can’t barge in without Mr. Smith’s green light.

hard for us,”

bite the hand that feeds. As Patric’s fiancee, I suspect he’s playing host to other

exchanged glances, their once

status and knew better than to rile her up. If things got physical, they couldn’t bear the fallout, so they reluctantly backed

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breach the front door but

an arrogant “hmph“, flipped her hair, and marched

soon as Sarah stepped inside, the guard gave out

second, then blurted out, “Who the hell are you? Bursting into someone’s home in broad daylight! Scram, or I’m calling the

Susan a disapproving

whoa, you’re crossing a line

guards, “Not only are you trespassing, you have

however I

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

over to the sofa, claiming her spot in one

swoop.

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

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

cleaned floors got another unceremonious