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.

good for you to be seen lugging your suitcase around. If

Kingstoria for his ruthlessness, she had seen it in her previous life and had no illusions about the lengths he would

realization sank in, and Sylvia only felt chilly all over; she was finally able to live her second chance at life and had

a nod, she moved towards the passenger side, only to be ushered

the strong scent of alcohol filling the car. Glancing over suspiciously, she saw Rupert's imposing figure reclined in the seat, his eyes half-close, his face partially hidden in shadow under the dim light, exuding

recognized the feeling, extraordinarily similar to the piece he'd say as punishing her in the previous life with a "want to leave, huh? Not that easy" kind of tone. Suppressing her resentment, Sylvia budged away.

It was Naomi.

opportunity. However, Rupert's gaze fixed on her, his brow furrowed, leading her to

this?" Naomi's voice broke with desperation, each word revealing her helplessness. She, too, was aware of her being unable to protect her daughter. "Mom, I'll take care

the inevitable. "Sylvia, maybe...I should ask your stepfather to set you up on a blind date. It's better to have a man to

peripheral vision, unable to decipher his reaction. But she had already become

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

got