Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 213

Sylvia furrowed her brow. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Mr. Fallen, he’s gone” Eleven’s voice choked.

Sylvia stood frozen in place.

Gone?

The person who had been chatting with her all night and telling stories, how could he be gone as soon as she woke up?

Sylvia couldn’t believe it. “What does that mean? What is he playing at?”

Eleven’s voice became more choked up. “Nineteen said that it was the man in black who planned to kill you last night. Mr. Fallen knew in advance. He told Nineteen to hide and then went there alone to help you, to help you kill that group of people, but he didn’t come back“”

Sylvia took a step back, her expression shifting from shock to a sneer.

“Impossible! I don’t believe it. How could someone like him die so easily!”

Eleven remained silent. He couldn’t hold back his tears, and a few drops fell.

In a fit of anger, she shouted, “Why are you crying? A grown man like you crying! I’ll deduct half a year’s salary for every tear shed!”

Upon hearing this, Eleven cried even harder. “Miss, Mr. Fallen was such a wonderful person. He’s gone at such a young age, and you still want to deduct my salary! I’m so miserable! I can’t stop my tears!”

Sylvia looked at him, a tall man standing at 1.8 meters, his shoulders trembling as he cried.

She took a deep breath and said indifferently, “If he simply hasn’t returned yet, that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s dead. Send someone to look for him! We want to see him alive, not as a corpse!”

“Miss! Miss! Fifteen rushed toward her room. “Brother Eric called and said he hopes you can come back as soon as possible. He said Mr. Fallen is waiting for you at Cloud View Villa!”

“Mr. Fallen isn’t dead? He went back? Wasn’t he injured last night?” Eleven sniffed, surprised.

Sylvia didn’t say anything. She looked at Fifteen, gesturing for him to answer.

Fifteen shook his head. “I don’t know. Eric said a lot, but since Mr. Fallen is waiting for you at Cloud View Villa, he should have returned safely.”

Hearing this, both Sylvia and Eleven breathed a sigh of relief.

the earliest flight ticket, and let’s return

out what Edgar and Nineteen were up to!

“Yes, Miss.”

moved and boarded the earliest flight of the day to return to Frant

reached Cloud

winter, with an overcast sky that threatened to pour

but it couldn’t stop

nowhere to be found. The

a sense of unease and quickly opened the door

was no figure in the

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“Edgar?”

called out, but no

getting colder. Even when into antes sure to wear an extra layer of clothing. If you have a good figure, even wrapped in a big

expression turned solemn, and she called out upstairs, “Edgar! What are

answered by a

again, the quilts neatly folded, the bed

thin curtains, the whole room is exceptionally deserted.

became more and more suspicious, and she had a bad premonition in her heart, and she went to the third floor again, still

caught

you

fridge, and Sylvia walked over

vegetables and rice, don’t be picky eaters in the future, shiitake mushrooms are not delicious, but they

removed the sticker from the

and tea at night, and pay attention to rest when you are busy on business, I will feel distressed to see

thought about it, the more

was no response, but a knock came from the door.

she turned to open it. “Why didn’t you

voice trailed off abruptly.

the door was Edgar, holding a jar of blue and white porcelain. His tear–streaked face was still wet, and his eyes were red. Behind him, his brothers were also crying. Eleven and Twelve, the loyal bodyguards, stood by his side, their faces filled with sorrow.

beat, a strong

in a cold voice, “Where

arms and spoke with a mournful tone, “Mr. Fallen, he

gaze followed his, and a flicker of suspicion arose, but she refused to believe

to the abandoned warehouse in the forest on the outskirts of the city to help you deal with the man in black. He