Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 4

Tristan eyed Rupert as he walked in, picking up his coffee mug and gently blowing on the steam, his gaze drifting towards Sylvia in a seemingly nonchalant manner. Yet, the chill in his eyes was unmistakable, almost intimidating. "Really, what's with all the drama? Don't we have enough scandals as it is?"-

"Sylvia, you and your mom have been part of the Garcia family for years now, and we've treated you well. You know you've messed up, and you should just own up to it."

That was the line! It was just shy of outright threatening her and her mother.

Tristan, always aloof towards Naomi, had now effectively cornered her.

Naomi, already timid and easily frightened, couldn't hold her composure any longer.

She rushed forward, grabbing Sylvia's arm, tears streaming down her face as she persuaded, "Sylvia, just apologize to your grandpa, and all will be forgiven. Let's not make this any worse!" Apologize?

Huh.

Naomi didn't understand. The old man had no intentions of letting her off the hook; he was waiting for Sylvia to bow down and apologize, to become the Garcia family's shield against public outrage.

Sylvia no longer looked down, straightening her back, her gaze sweeping across the room before finally landing on Rupert.

met, his gaze icy, unyielding. It seemed he had anticipated

was determined

look, Sylvia, despite the numbness

"Why should I apologize?"

turned purple with rage; he spilled his coffee in

photos is so blurry. How could the paparazzi claim it's me? Did you see me climbing into his bed? Or, let me guess...did my dear uncle here see me in his awake state? If he

long as

to admit, the

love with Bridget, why would he confess? He'd rather believe

darkened, his fingers, adorned with the ring, tightened. He didn't respond to Sylvia's

you

"Uncle."

at him coldly, suppressing all her emotions deep within. In this life, all mistakes would end

"Very well."

demeanor unreadable as he sat gracefully, his arm casually resting on the

look superior, his glance seemed