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.

earliest flight ticket, and let’s return to Frant City as soon as possible.”

out what Edgar and Nineteen were up to!

“Yes, Miss.”

swiftly moved and boarded the earliest flight of the day to

reached Cloud View

that threatened

wind rustled, but it couldn’t stop Sylvia’s determined steps.

Nineteen was nowhere to be

sense of unease and quickly

breeze blew through the open window. The lights were off. There was no figure in the kitchen who used

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Chapter 213

“Edgar?”

but no

antes sure to wear an extra layer of clothing. If you have a good figure, even wrapped

out upstairs, “Edgar! What are you up to?”

was answered by a

quilts neatly

thin curtains, the whole room

a bad premonition in her heart, and she

and caught a glimpse of the post–it note in the

high in vitamins, you

notes on the fridge, and Sylvia walked over and took them off.

future, shiitake mushrooms are not delicious, but they

into the kitchen again and removed the sticker

night, and pay attention to rest when you are busy on business, I

and the more she thought about it, the more strange she felt, “Edgar, come out!”

a knock came from the door.

as she turned to open it. “Why didn’t you bring the key…”

voice trailed off

porcelain. His tear–streaked face was still wet, and his eyes were red. Behind

beat, a strong premonition washing over her.

a cold voice,

arms and spoke with a

flicker of suspicion arose, but she refused to believe it.

Mr. Fallen secretly went to the abandoned warehouse in the forest on the outskirts of the city to help you deal with the man in black. He got