Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 136

It seemed like he was incredibly tired last night; now he’s fast asleep, Sylvia gazed at him for a moment.

Seeing the faint palm print and slight swelling on his left cheek, the traces of blood at the corner of his mouth untouched, he looked just as miserable as she did, if not worse.

Although she had exhausted herself last night and couldn’t remember what happened afterwards, hated on the current situation, Edgar probably didn’t do anything to her.

She pursed her lips and suddenly tasted a hint of sweetness in her mouth. Was it the taste of glucose?

He was the one who put the drug in her coffee, along with the medicine. Now he’s pretending to be a good person.

Heh.

A bone–chilling coldness filled Sylvia’s eyes. Putting on a self–directed and self–performed act for her? Just

wait!

She stepped out of the bathtub, quietly left the bathroom without waking him up.

Edgar was awakened by the intense pain on his back.

He had been leaning against the edge of the bathtub in such a posture that his arm was almost dislocated from sleeping.

Last night, he was busy helping Sylvia reduce her fever and forgot to apply medicine to himself. He accidentally bumped into the sharp corner of the bed, and his back was probably more swollen now.

He sighed, propped himself up, and sat up, only to find that the person in the bathtub was gone!

How did she wake up? He had no idea at all. It seemed that the effectiveness of this 023 special drug indeed reduced his sensitivity quite a bit.

He got up, walked to the sink, and cleaned the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth in front of the mirror. Then he went downstairs to find Sylvia.

The atmosphere in the living room was extremely heavy.

Sylvia sat on the sofa with her hands folded in front of her chest, her expression cold and fierce.

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the four bodyguards, stood behind the sofa in an orderly manner, their expressions equally grim, like vengeful ghosts.

he saw this terrifying scene and knew that what had to come would eventually come. He walked heavily

to meet his, but said

to point at the two packets of coffee sugar on the table and said, “Mr. Fallen, last night the young lady asked you to make coffee. You did make coffee, but you added something disgusting to it. Isn’t that going too far? We found another packet of

without shifting his gaze and explained, “It’s true that I put the coffee sugar packets on the tray and served them to you. I won’t deny that. However, I had no prior knowledge

sarcastic look in her eyes. Are these two casually spoken sentences supposed

again, “Last night, I said I wouldn’t deceive or manipulate you anymore. I kept my word. Can you…

time?”

Sylvia chuckled.

late at night, and the next day, you suspected it was me. Do you think you deserve an explanation from me? If I hadn’t

Edgar tightly pursed his lips, unable

me anymore, yet you immediately drugged me. You made the coffee this time, and you were

one–year agreement has been too difficult for you, I can give you a fair chance to compete. Maybe you can snatch the

her expression suddenly turned cold and stern. “But unfortunately, you seer enjoy

outcome and smiled bitterly.

“It’s simple.”

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lifted the corner of her lips, gently raised her hand, and immediately Seventeen brought a glass of warm water from

packets were given to you by Yvonne when you went to the ancestral house. There are still two coffee sugar packets on the table that were taken from your room. After testing, one packet contains drug, and the other is genuine sugar. Between you and

mastermind.”

the sugar packets on the coffee table without saying a word.

believe that you were

Young

four words

her, trying to find any other emotions in

there were none.

own fault for not being trusted by

table, and took the two coffee sugar packets in his hands to examine them for a while.

the gaze of everyone present, he tore open both sugar packets and poured them into the glass of warm water, shaking it evenly. Then, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

“Mr. Fallen, you!”

packets. Miss Sylvia only had half a cup of coffee with the drug last night, and she felt so uncomfortable. This is the strongest M drug on the

black market.

Was he really throwing

was still a fifty percent chance of getting it right! He really lacks common sense!

respect

turned dark. “Seventeen, Eighteen, take Mr. Fallen to the basement.”

“Yes.”