Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 10

They'd built a private park that surrounded the estate, which, on rare occasions, would open its gates for public events. Yet, there was no subway lines, bus routes, even taxis were barely spotted.

Sylvia's quickest route to a train station was a solid twenty-minute walk away.

She battled against the chilly breeze under the streetlights. She had only been walking for a few minutes when the blare of a car horn approached her. Instinctively, she stepped aside, but to her surprise, the vehicle pulled up right next to her. "Ms. Lloyd, please get in."

A familiar face jutted out as the car window rolled down. It was Orson, Rupert's assistant.

Sylvia was stunned for a moment, her gaze flickering to the backseat where she caught sight of a hand adorned with a red-stoned ring tapping impatiently on a knee. Rupert.

She wanted nothing more to do with him, shaking her head, "No thanks. Drive safe."

Pulling her backpack closer, she continued on her way, while Orson swiftly got out from behind and blocked her path.

for your own good. Mr. Garcia mentioned it wouldn't look good for you to be seen lugging your suitcase around. If you refuse, I'm afraid I'll have to insist in my way." Sylvia clutched her backpack, gazing over the dark car window on the back seat, which was hard to discern, but she

her previous life and had no illusions about the lengths he would go to enforce his

Sylvia only felt chilly all over; she was finally able to live her second

side, only to be

imposing figure reclined in the seat, his eyes half-close, his face partially hidden in shadow under the dim light, exuding danger and austerity. Rupert lifted his eyelids, saying

her in the previous life with a "want to leave, huh? Not that easy" kind of tone. Suppressing

It was Naomi.

However, Rupert's gaze fixed on her, his brow furrowed, leading her to answer the call

Naomi's voice broke with desperation, each word revealing her helplessness. She, too, was aware of her

stepfather to set you up on a blind date. It's better to have a man to rely on than to be out there alone. Your stepfather sure can

with her peripheral vision, unable to decipher his reaction. But

"Don't try to play dumb. I'm doing this for your own good. Let's settle it then,

got to