Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

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Chapter 132

What are they here for? Edgar stood frozen in place, looking darkly at the two men behind Sylvia.

Adrain’s expression was similar to his, with barely concealed hostility in his eyes. Patric also wore an unfriendly expression as he stared at Edgar. The gazes of the three men seemed to clash in the air in an intense and relentless standoff.

Sylvia sensed the strong tension and couldn’t help but sigh. She thought to herself, Do these men have to be so childish?

If looks could kill, they would have killed each other hundreds of times by now.

She sighed again, considered for a moment, and then looked at Edgar. “You don’t need to cook today, and you won’t be of much help here. The fallen leaves in the garden have been piling up like crazy recently. Go and sweep them.”

Sweeping fallen leaves outside? Leaving her alone to have a meal and chat with these two men?

Patric could be tolerated, but why Adrain?

Edgar’s face darkened, but he remained expressionless.

Sylvia went to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of fine red wine. When she turned around, she noticed that Edgar was still standing in place. Urging him on, she said, “Hurry up. If you can’t move, I’ll ask Eighteen to come and pin you down.”

This meant there was no choice but to go. Edgar, with a darkened face, closed the door with what seemed like an intentionally loud noise, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

Pointing at him, Patric complained to Sylvia, saying, “Look at him, such a bad temper. He’s even fiercer than the master of the house. He’s just asking for a beating.”

Sylvia pursed her lips and smiled. “Don’t mind him. Sooner or later, I will have him well–behaved.”

Patric didn’t react much to her words, but Adrain looked dissatisfied. “Sylvia, he’s inherently proud. Even fierce beasts show weakness when they’re injured, but when they seize an opportunity, they’ll bite you back. Wasn’t his injuring you this time a premeditated act? Don’t end up hurting yourself when you haven’t tamed him properly.”

Patric nodded in agreement.

Sylvia opened the refrigerator to find ingredients while smiling. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

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In the garden.

curious about what Sylvia would be like when interacting with other men. He dragged his feet and moved to the corner by the window, looking through the glass to see a harmonious scene at the dining table.

him, Sylvia loved to smile. He

start to smile less?

him was extremely

their divorce, she has become stunningly aloof, noble, and arrogant. No matter what difficulties she faced, she remained confident and calm.

most genuine version of

his chest, a stifling sensation he couldn’t describe but found

the door to the villa’s living room and speaking something

continue sweeping the fallen leaves when

your mother from the old mansion has fallen down the stairs. She really wants to see you. Please come with me

Yvonne fell?

could she have fallen just a few days

“Alright.”

and glanced through the window at the three people inside, who were chatting and laughing. His dark eyes showed a

aited

was in a cast, and she lay bered on the bed, lost in thought. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up and saw her lo. son. Her eyes

Wu… Wu, Edgar, Mom almost thought she would never see you

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tapped Yvonne’s casted leg, causing

understood what was going on. He walked

her bed and sat

reason at all, how did

was about to explain when she noticed Eighteen behind him. “This bodyguard, it’s been so long since I’ve seen my son. I want to have a

long, can I?”

a moment but

around. “You can relax. I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. I’ll just chat with my mother about

it was Eighteen who had witnessed his beating last time, although Edgar’s current identity was Sylvia’s servant, Eighteen

the room.

I just saw you last time, and you

Yvonne chuckled twice.

six steps. It’s not a big problem. But if it

people think

have my ways. But that’s not important. Son, how’s the

and asked,