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.

up, book the earliest flight ticket, and let’s return to

what Edgar and Nineteen were up

“Yes, Miss.”

group swiftly moved and boarded the earliest flight of the day

the time they reached Cloud View Villa, it was

was winter, with an overcast sky that threatened

it couldn’t stop

nowhere to be found. The entire

and quickly opened the door to the

lights were off. There was no figure in the kitchen who used to greet her every day and hand her slippers.

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Chapter 213

“Edgar?”

but

Even when into antes

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

was answered by a long

to his room again, the quilts

wind blowing the thin curtains, the whole room

and more suspicious, and she had a bad premonition in her heart, and she went to the third floor again, still not seeing anyone

room and caught a glimpse of the post–it note

in vitamins, you need

also post–it notes on the fridge, and Sylvia walked over and took them

but they are

and removed the sticker from

when you are

more she thought about it, the more strange she

was no response, but a knock came

as she turned to open

trailed

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

skipped a beat, a strong premonition washing over

asked in a cold voice, “Where is

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

his, and a flicker of suspicion arose, but

earnestly, “Last night, the Mr. Fallen secretly went to the abandoned warehouse in the forest on the outskirts of the city to help you deal with