Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 74

Elon scoffed, beating his chest in bravado, “Just a mere protege of Rin Sakuragawa? It won't take more than

three swings forto wipe her off the map!”

He was a former national combat sports champion, hence his high-dollar hire as a bodyguard for the Grammer

family,

Having heard his reassurances, Sarah let out a small sigh of relief.

Raising her binoculars, she continued to survey the situation inside the cabin.

A few brutes on the ground writhed in pain, once again subdued by Sylvia.

Another kidnapper tried a sneak attack with a knife, only to have Sylvia nimbly grab his wrist and send him

crashing to the floor with a well-executed shoulder throw.

She twisted his hands behind his back and swiftly kicked his knees out from under him.

“Planning a sneak attack? You wouldn't stand a chance even with a few more years of practice.”

She tightened her grip on his hands, causing the kidnapper to wince in pain and beg for mercy.

From a distance, Sarah watched in bitter frustration, grinding her teeth, “These goons are no match for her! Elon,

you're up! If you can’t deal with her today, you're fired!”

“Right away, Miss. Grammer.”

Rolling up his sleeves, Elon was about to barrel into the wooden cabin when his phone buzzed.

He quickly glanced at the screen, his face palpable as he anxiously said, “Miss. Grammer, our informant says

there are two groups at the foot of the mountain, believed to be Mr. Smith of the Angle Group and Mr. Fallen of

the Fallen Group. We need to leave!”

“No way! If we leave now, this whole trip would be for nothing! | need to see that bitch grovel at my feet!” Sarah

defiantly retorted.

Elon, desperate to whisk her away but restrained by his role, continued his appeal, “Please consider, in Frant

City, those two are not to be trifled with! If they stumble upon us here, we wouldn't be able to talk our-way out

of it even with ten tongues! Miss. Grammer, if we don’t scram now, we won't get another

chance!”

Every memory of Patric’s tender treatment towards Sylvia stoked her fury, fueling her desire to tear Sylvia limb

from limb.

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But the circumstances forced her to hold back, and with a final resentful glare at the wooden cabin, Sarah

reluctantly retreated down another trail

Inside the wooden cabin.

Sylvia had completed another round with the five kidnappers, deliberately allowing them to regroup and

attack

After two rounds, the brutes writhed on the ground, wailing in pain.

Dusting off her hands, Sylvia leaned against the doorway, coolly watching the spectacle unfold.

“Release her, or | promise you, you'll be in a world of hurt, a hundredfold worse than you are now. You'd best

give it a good hard think,” the leader of the kidnappers wheezed out between breaths.

If he truly set them free, it was curtains for him. Might as well go down swinging!

Gritting his teeth, he locked his gaze with her piercing stare, picked up the fallen knife and pressed it against the

unconscious neck of Abigail

“Listen, darling, it’s high tyou think this through! She's my hostage, would you believe | could kill her

first?”

“If you dare lay a finger on her, | swear I'll make you suffer a million times more,” threatened Sylvia, ice in her

eyes and a fierce, commanding aura radiating off her.

The kidnapper was well aware of her formidable skills and didn’t dare to act recklessly. Cowering, he pulled back

a little, yet the knife against Abigail's throat remained unwavering,

After all, this was his final get-out-of-jail-free card. Releasing his grip now would be akin to throwing in the

towel, forfeiting his last shot at survival.

Abigail was out cold, yet her brows remained furrowed, a clear sign of distress.

Sylvia was worried about the kidnapper overacting and hurting Abigail, so she too played it safe.

The kidnapper tried to keep a poker face as they stood at an impasse.

Just as the stalemate persisted, a flurry of chatter echoed from outside the door, growing louder as if a heated

argument was brewing.

Sylvia knitted her brows, shot the kidnapper a chilling glance, and ventured outside to check the

commotion.

As the dispute approached, she looked towards the source of the sound and spotted two familiar faces out of the

blue.

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“What are you doing here?” questioned Patric, coldly eyeing Edgar with obvious annoyance.

Edgar wasn't interested in any banter, and retorted curtly, “Do | need to keep Mr. Smith in the loop about my

whereabouts? Or does Mr. Smith have a strange fetish for tracking people’s moves?”

As the tension mounted between the two, ready to explode any second, Sylvia, with an expression of

helplessness, stepped in to mediate.

“Why are you guys here?”

“You little girl, never giving us a moment's peace,” Patric ruffled her hair playfully. “It's Susan who toldthat

you were going out to fight, so | calong. How did it go? Need a hand?”

“It’s all wrapped up. Five against one, like they stood a chance,” Sylvia remarked with a nonchalant smile.

Hearing her words, despite being aware of her formidable skills, Edgar felt a jolt of surprise.

One against five.

That's not a feat every woman could pull off.

His suspicions grew deeper and curiosity about her identity piqued even more.

Edgar becincreasingly sure that her story went deeper than just an average orphan raised by the welfare

institution. There must have been stwists and turns in her past. Each the looked at her,

the inquisitiveness in his dark, deep-set eyes grew a tad stronger.

In stark contrast, Patric was as cool as a cucumber, seemingly unfazed, as if he'd seen it coming a mile

away.

No sooner had Sylvia stepped into the wooden cabin, than Patric and Edgar, followed by their respective

bodyguards, moved in.

The leader of the kidnappers, just getting his breath back and taking a breather on the ground, had his guts

churned once more by this intimidating arrival.

“Having the gall to cross paths with my woman,” Patric glowered at the kidnapper, “you've got snerve. Let's

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use today to teach you a thing or two about not biting off more than you can chew.”

Edgar took umbrage at his reference to ‘my woman’, gestured, and his bodyguards promptly pinned the

struggling brutes in black to the ground.

“You're out of your depth trying to mess with my woman,” he retorted.

After the introduction, the leader of the kidnappers was shaking like a leaf, hitting the deck and begging for

mercy non-stop.

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“Mr. Smith and Mr. Fallen, I'm just a hired hand here, I've got nothing against this lady. | bit off more than I can

chew, please, | implore you, givea break and spare my life!”

He would've never in his wildest dreams expected this woman to have the backing of Patric and Edgar, Having

been in the underworld for a considerable time, he'd heard bits and pieces about the duo’s iron-handed

approach, which only intensified his regret.

The tmerely eyed him coldly, not uttering a single word.

Sylvia approached him, exuding an almost palpable air of intimidation. “Who put you up to kidnap her?”

“It, it was a woman! She wantedto kidnap Abigail, then text you to cover. And...she promised me

200,000 dollars on the job’s completion. The money was just too tempting and you seemed a defenseless young

lady, so | took the bait. | swear, | had no intention of harming you!”

If he had known that she had so many big shots backing her up, he wouldn't have dared, not even for all

the tea in China!

“And who is this woman?” Sylvia pressed on.

“Boss! Her Majesty! | swear, | have no idea who she is! In our line of work, we just follow the money trail and

don’t ask too many questions!”

Terror gripped the kidnapper, his plea for mercy growing louder, and blood spots appeared on his forehead from

repeated kowtowing.

Sylvia squatted down, her aura growing more menacing. “Which hand did you lay on her? And which foot did you

use to kick her?”