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

Edgar and Nineteen were

“Yes, Miss.”

the earliest flight of the

reached Cloud View Villa,

was winter, with an overcast sky that threatened to pour rain at any moment.

wind rustled, but it couldn’t stop Sylvia’s

to be found. The entire

quickly opened

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

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“Edgar?”

called out, but no one

and finally noticed a small post–it note on the coat rack. It read: “The weather is getting colder. Even when into antes sure to wear an extra layer of clothing. If you have a good

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

was answered by a long

again, the quilts neatly folded, the bed cold and

cold wind blowing the thin curtains, the whole

she had a bad premonition in her heart, and she went to the

returned to the living room and caught

are high in vitamins, you

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

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

and removed the sticker from

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

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

no response, but a knock came from the door.

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

voice trailed off abruptly.

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

a strong premonition washing over

asked in a cold voice, “Where

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

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

on the outskirts of the city to help