Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 142

He repeated this process several times. When he looked up at the tagain, he realized it was already 4

a.m.

It's so late, and she still hasn't returned. Is the celebration banquet taking this long?

Edgar sat blankly on the sofa, and suddenly, the scene of Sylvia's dinner party inexplicably appeared in his mind,

where everyone was cheering and urging Sylvia and Adrain to have a toast.

He immediately stood up.

No! Absolutely not!

He turned around and headed towards the door, but before he reached the garden, he was stopped by Fifteen

and Seventeen.

“Mr. Fallen, it's very late. You can’t go out in the middle of the night.”

“I'm going to find Sylvia.”

Fifteen and Seventeen remained unmoved. “Miss will cback after she finishes handling things, and besides,

she has Brother Eleven protecting her. Just be patient and wait.”

Edgar frowned, his face growing cold.

If it were Eleven tonight, things might be easier to negotiate. Fifteen and Seventeen had always disliked him, and

they couldn't be bothered to say a word to him unnecessarily.

Helpless, Edgar had no choice but to turn back and continue waiting.

The waiting twas often the longest and most agonizing. During this time, he thought about many things.

He vaguely recalled the many times Sylvia had called him over the past three years, hoping he would come

hfor dinner. Sometimes he would make a few perfunctory remarks, sometimes he would be too lazy to talk

to her and simply hang up, not returning hfor two or three consecutive

So this was what it felt like to wait all night long....

He looked up and stared at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, his gaze following the movement of the

minute hand. Unconsciously, he fell asleep on the sofa.

He didn’t know how long had passed when the sound of the door opening woke him up.

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Seeing that it was indeed Sylvia who cin, his face lit up. He stood up to greet her. “You're back. The food has

gotten cold, Ill heat it up now.”

Sylvia rejected his offer expressionlessly. “No need, I've already had breakfast.”

“Breakfast?”

Edgar turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 7 a.m.

She didn’t cback last night... She stayed out all night.

And he sat on the sofa, waiting the entire night.

Edgar felt a strange sensation in his heart. “Why didn’t you cback last night? Were you drunk? Where did

you sleep? Did you stay with Adrain the whole night? Did he lay a hand on you?”

Sylvia remained silent. What did Adrain have to do with anything? And with so many questions, which

one should she answer first?

As she changed into slippers, she replied, “Last night, Abigail got drunk, so | took her back to her place. She was

dizzy and vomited at night, so | took care of her throughout the night.”

Edgar stood frozen in place.

Abigail Green? That trainee who debuted?

Damn it, he shouldn't only be cautious with men but guard against women too?

Sylvia rubbed her sore shoulders and was about to go upstairs.

Edgar grabbed her wrist tightly. “Sylvia, | spent nearly three hours preparing that table of food last night. | meant

it sincerely. Would you like to...”

Before he could finish the phrase “giveface and taste it,” Sylvia interrupted him with a cold gaze.

“So what? I've already eaten. If you haven't had breakfast, you can eat it.”

His heart suddenly ached, and her words suffocated him, leaving him unable to speak for a long time. Seeing

that he had nothing more to say, Sylvia forcibly released her hand and went upstairs to her room.

Edgar watched her retreating figure and then turned his head to see the table of carefully prepared dishes from

last night, still neatly arranged and untouched.

The presentation was still exquisite, but the food had grown cold, just like a chilled heart. A feeling of

indescribable loss and guilt surged in his heart.

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Sylvia cdown the stairs after changing into a new outfit. As she walked dirangs die mare de saw him

standing there in a daze.

She coughed softly, bringing his thoughts back. “Hurry up and eat the food, then change info dear

clothes. Cout with me.”

“Where are we going?”

Sylvia smirked. “To the Fallen Family Mansion.”

A loud bang echoed through the air.

The residents of the Fallen Family Mansion were still asleep when they were startled awake by the

sudden noise.

Greg quickly led his wife, Hailey, downstairs to investigate.

Their daughter, Joyce, was frightened, and ran down the stairs, asking, “Mom, Dad! Is it an earthquake? Is it an

earthquake?”

The three of them wore bewildered expressions and discovered a crowded group of people in the hall only after

reaching the first floor.

Sylvia sat on the main sofa, pouring tea, presenting herself as if she were the mistress of the house

Four handsand tall bodyguards stood behind her couch in a well-trained manner, while Edgar stood by the

side of her couch.

The group of people had a serious expression, exuding an intimidating presence, as if they were here to collect a

debt. The Fallen family exchanged bewildered looks, all wearing a puzzled expression.

As they approached, Sylvia took the lead and smiled, “It seems that life hasn't been going well for the Fallen

family lately. Even the servants have been dismissed. In such a grand mansion like the Fallen residence, not

even a tea server is left. | can only rely on my bodyguards.”

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Greg knew she was deliberately mocking them but couldn't refute her.

The Fallen residence had always relied on the monthly dividends from the shares of the sustain their livelihood.

However, after the recent downfall of the Fallen Group caused by jade and Yvonne, it was uncertain how long it

would take for them to regain their former glory and receive any dividends.

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Therefore, they had been living a frugal life during this period.

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With a grim expression, Greg's tone was unpleasant. “Is this how you enter someone else’s house? Don’t you

know how to knock? And what was that loud noise just now? What did you do?”

“Oh dear! Such a calamity! My poor door! You all have gone too far!”

His wife, Hailey, quickly realized what had happened and hurriedly went out to check, feeling a pang of distress.

Sylvia tilted her head, giving a wry smile to express her helplessness. “It’s just that the door of the Second

Master's house was already in disrepair. When my bodyguard Fifteen knocked on it with a little force, it just fell

apart by itself. | couldn't help it. | was merely helping the Second Master clean up the garbage.”

Greg felt like he was about to cough up blood. That iron door was so thick, how could it be knocked off by a mere

hand? It was clearly kicked open!

However, Greg had watched the talent show last night, as he was dragged by Joyce to see it. He knew that

this woman was not only the behind-the-scenes boss of Angle, but also the current CEO and largest

shareholder of the Fallen Group. It was evident that Patric and Tom were powerful figures supporting

her.

Confronting her head-on would only result in his defeat. So, he shifted his target to Edgar.

Wearing a look of sorrow, he said, “Edgar, look at her. Although she is your ex-wife, she used to listen to

you the most. Are you just going to let her bully our Fallen family?”

The phrase “used to listen to you the most” struck a chord in Edgar's heart. So everyone knew that she

used to love him deeply, except for himself. He had even ignored all her efforts.

Suppressing the emotions surging in his heart, Edgar stared coldly at his uncle and spoke in a harsh tone.

“Uncle, you secretly gave my mother smalicious advice and gave her two packets of inferior products,

which nearly caused a major disaster. How do you explain this?”

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