Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 125

Edgar maintained a calm expression and coldly remarked, “When I’m taking care of my needs, I don’t like

to talk.”

Eleven and Seventeen: “F”

Could it be that this person was…

It had only been fifteen minutes, and he was… doing that thing in the restroom?

Wait, isn’t that a little too quick? Unconsciously, the two of them let their gaze drift downward from his face.

Facing their shocked expressions, Edgar’s face darkened, realizing the misunderstanding. He meant using

the restroom!

However, since it had already been misunderstood, he couldn’t explain himself. In the end, he elegantly walked over to the sink and washed his hands.

The two of them watched as he went to wash his hands. Well, alright, any man would understand.

Why make things difficult for another man?

Eleven and Seventeen completely believed his nonsense.

After leaving the old residence, they stuffed the person back into the car and returned to the Bay Villa.

Upon arriving at the villa, before Eleven and Seventeen hid in the shadows, they notified him, “Mr. Fallen, Miss Sylvia will probably be back in four hours. Although you’ve been out for a few hours today, you still have household chores to take care of before Miss Sylvia returns.”

“I know.”

Fu Edgar showed no expression and, after speaking, pushed open the door and entered the villa.

Sylvia was an hour late but finally finished work.

Due to being squandered by Yvonne and Jade for a period of time, the Fallen family had many pitfalls. and the stock market was not as good as before.

Sylvia could only put in more effort to try to bring the Fallen family back to its former glory as soon as

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possible, so she could pursue the Evans family for their debt.

When she returned to the Bay Villa, she didn’t rush inside. Instead, she called Eleven and Seventeen out of their hiding spots.

“Miss.” The two of them respectfully greeted her and began to report, “Mr. Fallen did not exhibit any unusual behavior today.”

Sylvia was skeptical. “Is he really behaving so well? Are you sure you never let him out of your sight?”

in unison. “Yes.”

and Mia today? Tell me every

them exchanged glances and started their

expressionless. “Alright,

through the front garden and pushed open the door to

was brightly lit, and there was a

was in the kitchen, heard the commotion and walked out, taking her slippers from the shoe cabinet and placing

had a long day today.”

him. Although his tone sounded somewhat forced when he spoke, and his expression was icy, as if she owed him three million, at least he had carried out her orders. Sylvia had been busy with work all day and was tired. She didn’t feel

responded, turning to

You

her when she waited up all night for him to come home for dinner. His face grew colder with each passing

moment.

eat. I’ve

and attempted to leave, but Edgar stepped forward, wearing a peculiar expression. “You’ve already eaten? Who

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man from earlier that day, Edgar’s face darkened. “It must have been Adrain, right? You finished your

Sylvia frowned.

the

did it feel like she was being interrogated by a

place. You are only my servant now. You have no right to inquire

eat with.”

bypassed him and went

disappear into the

ominous.

lu grew

about to test, he looked at the fruit knife in the fruit basket on the coffee table, his

expression inscrutable.

night, 3

seemed to be engulfed in sleep. This was when people were in their deepest slumber.

moonlight seeped through the window, scattering sporadically on the man,

the man opened his eyes indifferently,

He c

bed quietly, and made his way downstairs, first to fetch the fruit knife from

slept restlessly.

something was staring at her from the shadows, and it persisted

so similar to the night

eyes, and suddenly a gust of wind rushed by her

as the sharp edge sliced through. Fresh red blood

estimated the distance to

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“Ah…”

and fell to

knife handle.

hardly needed to guess. Besides him, there was no one else in the entire villa who would dare to