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

hoping to be to storu Patric’s villa first thing in the

at

being home, she had to bide her

Patrict revle, and as soon as he

a handful of bodyguards in

sex. Whether you’re Sylvia or Hedda, I want you out on your ear!” She sat in the back of the Bentley,

pulled up

of the car than she was stopped by a

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

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

the order of Mr. Smith, we can’t

got irked by his stance and raised her hand

sharp “Crack!” echoed loud and clear

tried being nice asking you to step aside, but no dice, you had to push me to get physical. Let me spell it out for you, I’m Patric’s

me?”

her status, upping

you can’t barge in without Mr.

hard for us,”

of guards! Don’t bite the hand that feeds. As Patric’s fiancee, I suspect he’s playing host to other women in his pad.

bodyguards exchanged glances, their once resolute demeanor

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

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door but couldn’t make

her hair, and marched through the front

stop it.” As soon as Sarah

she spotted them, froze for a split second, then blurted out, “Who the hell are you? Bursting into someone’s home in broad daylight! Scram, or I’m calling the cops!”

a disapproving look, “Don’t mind her, start the search! We don’t stop until we find

you’re crossing

only are you trespassing, you have the audacity to rummage through our

however

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

instantly. Sarah strutted over to the sofa, claiming

swoop.

Do 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 Miss Lancelot!” The outrage bubbled over in Susan, pointing

collar with Susan’s words, giving the trash can

cleaned floors got another unceremonious