Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 211

This was the first tJoan had encountered such a shameless man, leaving her speechless with shock. Sylvia

burst into laughter upon hearing it. Joan was used to being arrogant and lawless. But now she met Edgar.

“Sylvia...” She pouted at Sylvia, her eyes watery, wanting to continue her complaints but afraid of revealing her

true gender.

Sylvia's expression turned serious as she looked at her. “Joan, he didn’t say anything. He can only listen to my

orders. You live with me, eat and use my things. Don’t you think it’s too much to attack my people?”

Joan was taken aback. Sylvia continued, “This is not the Knight family. Although I treat you as my sister, | won't

spoil you without boundaries.”

“Sylvia...”

“Tomorrow, I'm going to S City. I'll buy you a plane ticket. Cwith me.”

“Ah! Leaving tomorrow? | haven't had enough fun with you for three days! Sylvia~"

Sylvia ignored her coquettish behavior. What if she didn’t bring Joan back to the Knight family? Did she want to

leave her at the Cloud View Villa and spend two days alone with Edgar?

“You've been away for a few days. It’s tfor you to go back,” Sylvia said, pushing Joan's shoulder, a little

displeased. “Go upstairs, change your clothes, and then cdown. Wear a nightgown. Who are you trying to

seduce?”

Joan pouted and reluctantly went upstairs.

As Joan disappeared, Sylvia turned her gaze back to Edgar. He seemed genuinely happy, with a smile on his face

even reaching his eyebrows. Sylvia sneered at him. “Don’t you think she looks pretty in her nightgown?”

Edgar raised his hand innocently, surrendering. “I'm innocent! | didn’t even pay attention to what color she was

wearing. Besides, in my eyes, you have the best figure. | only enjoy looking at you.”

Enough of these tireswords, Sylvia thought. She changed the subject, “Are you bored comparing flirt skills

with a twenty-year-old girl?”

Edgar pointed at the shattered glass on the ground. “My crystal glass. If you break it, you have to pay.”

Edgar looked at her dotingly, “Okay, I'll pay, is ten times enough?”

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“Barely.”

Sylvia raised her eyebrows, her tone a little arrogant.

Edgar affectionately looked at Sylvia's bright face and mirrored her smile in his heart. He had the urge to pull her

into his arms and never let go, but he may not have that chance.

The following day, Sylvia took the day off from work, a rare occurrence. She stayed at home, watching TV shows

while attending to business matters on her phone. Edgar washed the fruit and sat on the small sofa next to her,

quietly peeling an apple.

Joan dragged Eleven and her bodyguards to play on a swing in the courtyard. Peaceful days always passed

quickly.

The next day, Sylvia and Joan packed their bags and bid farewell. Edgar conscientiously helped Sylvia carry her

suitcase downstairs, while Twelve carried Joan's luggage.

Patric was worried and wanted to accompany them back to S City. They would meet at the airport. Edgar offered

to drive them, but Sylvia declined.

“I'm going to S City for a few days. You don’t have to go to Fallen Group. Belinda is there, so it shouldn't be a

problem for you to stay at the villa for two days. I'll leave Fifteen, Seventeen and Nineteen here.”

“You'll only be gone for two days, so bring two more people and leave Nineteen at the villa. I'm not going

anywhere, and | don’t need so many people watching over me. The five of them together won't be able to stop

a

Sylvia contemplated for a moment and realized he was right, so they left Nineteen behind. Joan had already sat

in the car, waiting with a gloomy expression on her face. After Sylvia finished her arrangements, she went to

open the car door.

“What are you doing““” Joan started to say but was abruptly pulled into Edgar's embrace.

“Be careful on the road and remember to eat well,” Edgar said.

“Mmm,” Sylvia responded in a light and expressionless tone. It was just a couple of days away, not a life or

death separation.

But she refrained from making any sarcastic remarks to Edgar. She released herself from his embrace, opened

the car door, and got in. As the car started, Edgar stood there, his black eyes fixed on the direction the car was

moving away.

Nineteen stood beside him, observing his focused expression. After a few moments, Nineteen reminded him, “Mr.

Fallen, Miss has already left. It's winter, and it’s cold outside. You're still injured. Please go

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back.”

Edgar remained silent, unmoving, Nineteen couldn't persuade him and had no choice but to go inside.

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Sylvia met Patric at the airport, and they boarded the plane together. Patric brought a small blanket to help her,

and Sylvia accepted without refusing. However, her gaze was fixed on the window throughout the flight.

She couldn’t explain it, but as soon as she boarded the plane, an uneasy feeling washed over her, causing her

eyelids to twitch.

Patric also noticed her discomfort and handed her an oral solution. “Perhaps it’s because you haven't been back

to S City for a long time.”

Sylvia couldn't understand why she felt so agitated, “Maybe.”

S City was far from Frant City, so by the tthey disembarked, it was already evening. Sylvia arranged for Joan

to be sent back to the Knight family first before heading to Patric’s villa in S City. The villa was conveniently

located near La Quinta Ville, where Logan resided.

She had a meeting with Patric and Eleven, spending hours making plans for the next day. After finalizing

everything, she rubbed her shoulders lazily.

Now, all that was left was to wait for tomorrow!

After freshening up, she returned to her room and climbed into bed. Perhaps due to exhaustion from the journey,

she fell asleep within minutes.

However, her sleep was restless.

She had a peculiar dream. The buildings around her were engulfed in flames, crackling with intensity. Amidst the

fire stood a tall man, his body covered in blood and scars.

Although his back was turned to her, something about him seemed familiar. Then, as he staggered and turned

around, the firelight revealed his handsface.

Could it be” Edgar?!

His face was smeared with blood, and traces of it still dripped from the corner of his mouth. Sorrow and pain

filled his black eyes. The blood on his body suggested a recent fierce battle, and he weakly fell to his

knees.

“Sylvia, Sylvia“"”

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Sylvia woke up from her deep slumber and found herself sitting on the edge of her bed. She glanced at her

phone to check the time, discovering it was two in the morning.

The vividness of the dream lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts. Edgar's desperate and unwilling cries

for her echoed within her. It felt unnervingly real.

Feeling restless and unsettled, Sylvia couldn't shake off the sense of unease. She reached for her phone and

dialed Edgar's number, hoping to find ssolace in hearing his voice.

The phone connected, but there was no response from the other end. Why wasn't he picking up?

Growing increasingly anxious, Sylvia dialed again. And again. And again. On her fourth attempt, the call finally

connected.

A low, familiar voice cthrough the line, “What’s wrong?”