Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 73
Edgar didn’t utter a word and looked at her with a livid face.
“Edgar, hear me out...” Nancy fumbled for an explanation, “You’re reading too much into it. It was just
idle chit–chat.”
Cold sweat was breaking out across her forehead, uncertain of how much of her conversation with Sarah he had actually
overheard, so she decided to play dumb.
“What are you going to do?”
Edgar brushed aside her attempt at explanation, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
That icy stare, that frosty tone, could it be that he had heard it all?!
Nancy’s hand instinctively clenched the corner of the quilt.
“It’s nothing, I was just chewing the fat with a friend. Don’t you trust me?”
Edgar paid no heed to her doe–eyed pleas, his piercing gaze seeming to see right through her: “You should know, even if you
keep mum, I can send someone to dig up the truth. But by then, you’ll be out of luck.”
He kept toying with his wristwatch, his face a mask, hiding any emotions that might give him away. This poker face of his put
Nancy even more on edge.
She bit her lip, realizing she couldn’t weasel her way out of his line of questioning. Tears welled up in her eyes as she started to
choke back sobs.
“Edgar! I can’t stomach this anymore! Sylvia divorced you, and yet you still have her in your good Sylvias! I’ve hardly ever set
foot in that bay–side villa, let alone lived there! Yet you transferred the deed
to her.
“During the Mellis Group banquet last time, she shamed me. She even had the audacity to lay a hand on
me this time, I was just a hair’s breadth away from losing my chastity!

“Edgar! I despise her, I truly do! I just wanted to knock her down a peg or two. What’s so wrong about
that?”
She threw herself into Edgar’s arms, trying to play the damsel in distress, but he simply furrowed his brow and steadied her.
“I’m going to ask you one last time, where is Sylvia?”
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His brow was knitted together, his tone resolute and brooking no dissent.
“Edgar, after all these years together, are you saying I can’t hold a candle to that woman who doesn’t even have anything to do
with you anymore?”
Nancy sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks, “I’m your fiancee! Why are you being so cold–hearted? I’m the one suffering in

the hospital because of her. Can you really stand by and let me face this injustice?”
Edgar stood up, his face stone–cold. A fleeting trace of weariness shone through his steely gaze.
“I remember you used to be different. You’ve disappointed me too much.”
With that, he made a beeline for the door, leaving Nancy weeping on the hospital bed, her face streaked with tears.
The hospital corridor was eerily quiet, with the occasional nurse tip–toeing past.
Once he turned a deserted corner, Edgar took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
“Zack, pinpoint Sylvia’s whereabouts and send me in the next ten minutes. Asap.”
Sylvia drove out of downtown, taking a shortcut towards Gravel Mountain.
She specifically chose a backstreet devoid of surveillance cameras and traffic lights, gunning it all the way.

With the window down, the wind whooshing past her ears gave her a heady thrill of delight and excitement.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t a joy ride. She still had something important to do and couldn’t afford to soak in the scenic countryside.
She floored the gas pedal, the engine roaring to life as it shot forward.
Her phone buzzed. Sylvia caught a glimpse of the screen and smoothly tapped her bluetooth earpiece to pick up.
“Assuming you’re about to arrive, Miss Lancelot. Just a heads up, take a right after the tunnel and meet at the abandoned log
cabin halfway up Gravel Mountain.” The kidnapper’s voice was deliberately hushed.
Sylvia glanced at the GPS and turned right.
A car with counterfeit plates was parked at the base of the mountain. Sylvia painstakingly compared it with the photo sent by
Dark Bell, confirming it was the same vehicle used by the kidnappers to cart off Abigail.
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She tucked her Maybach behind a clump of bushes and began her solitary ascent.
The cabin was nestled deep within the forest. From a distance, it looked run–down and dilapidated, more
akin to a shack.
She quickened her stride and barged into the cabin.
“Look who’s in a hurry,” came a voice.
The leader of the kidnappers, clad in a thick black mask, was an unreadable entity.
Abigail lay sprawled at his feet, a patchwork of wounds, unconscious.
A swift glance at Abigail’s battered body, a flash of icy determination crossed her eyes.

“Let her go first, and then we’ll talk.”
Sylvia casually scanned the room, pulled up a chair, and took a seat, her gaze nonchalantly fixed on him.
The kidnapper was irritated by her behavior. He roughly hoisted the unconscious Abigail, pressing a
blade to her neck.
“How dare you bargain with me when you’re here to save her? Believe it or not, I’ll kill her now.”
“You won’t dare.”
Sylvia met his gaze head–on, her fearlessness inexplicably unnerving him.

She looked all fragile and delicate but carried an unwavering calm as if she had an army standing behind
her.
The kidnapper’s face was a picture of bewilderment.
Meanwhile, Sarah and her bodyguard, Elon, were hunkered down in the woods just outside the cabin, surveying the scene within
through a pair of binoculars.
The kidnapper unknowingly had a bug on his cap, prepared in advance by Sarah, which allowed her to hear every word
exchanged.
“How could she rescue her out of here just like that?”
Sarah retorted disdainfully, rolling her eyes. She communicated via her bluetooth earpiece, “No way! Who knows what she’s up
to. We stick to the plan, and nobody gets sprung.”
Upon receiving the directive, the kidnapper turned towards Sylvia with a grin plastered across his face.
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“Beauty, it breaks my heart to deny you, but unfortunately, I can’t let you off the hook.”
The kidnapper’s eyes, now laced with ill–intent, lingered on Sylvia, “Maybe if you sweet talk me a little, tickle my fancy, I might
reconsider.”
He blatantly ogled Sylvia’s figure, scantily hidden beneath her sportswear, his eyes roving from head to
toe.
Being stared down by him, Sylvia knew she couldn’t afford to beat around the bush. Without wasting a
second, she delivered a swift kick.
“Well, let’s see if you have the ability to defeat me.”
The kidnapper quickly extended his right arm to block her kick, only to be met by Sylvia’s oncoming fist.
Incensed, he roared out, “How dare you hit me! Everyone! Let’s stop playing cat and mouse. Out in the open, now! Take her
down!”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the ramshackle door to the cabin was thrust open.
Four masked bruisers burst in, ready to rumble, charging straight at her.
“Just in time, I’ve been itching for a fight!” Sylvia leaped towards them, pulling off a flurry of neat kicks
mid–air.
Within the span of five minutes, the five thugs were sprawled out on the floor.
Sarah, who had been smugly observing the events unfold through her binoculars, was dumbstruck at the unexpected turn of
events.
“How... How can this be? How could she single–handedly take down five men? Elon, did your guys throw the fight?”
“Miss Grammer, Sylvia is no ordinary person.”
Elon’s expression was serious, “Her fighting style is eerily similar to that of the legendary grandmaster, Rin Sakuragawa. It’s as if
she’s adapted and evolved his iconic judo techniques to fit her own combat

style.”
He paused, then continued, “Master Sakuragawa is a bit of an oddball. He only takes on one disciple in his lifetime. Rumor has
it, it’s a man. But seeing Sylvia’s moves, she might very well be his protege. The rumors could be off base.”
Sarah, still incredulous, asked, “If you took her on, could you beat her?”
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