Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 21

Feeling the weight of someone's gaze, Sylvia turned her head.

It was Rupert.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, his long fingers resting against his temple, the ruby ring on his finger catching the sunlight with a hint of a chilling thirst. Bridget was leaning close by his side. It appeared Bridget was whispering something, their proximity and Rupert's soft expression spoke volumes. Sylvia averted her gaze, feigning calm as she lowered her hand.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it." The man followed her gaze, "That's Mr. Rupert Garcia, isn't it? He really adores his fiancée, to personally drop her off." Indeed. It was apparent to everyone Rupert's preference for Bridget. Except, in her past life, she was like a fool, waiting for him, loving him.

Just as Sylvia was about to nod, Naomi tugged at her sleeve.

"Since we're here, you should go say hello to Rupert."

"I'd rather not." Sylvia shrugged off the hand, making to leave. "You..."

Naomi's reproach was cut short by Bridget's sudden exclamation.

"Naomi, Sylvia, what a coincidence. And this gentleman is?"

arm with Rupert, sized up the man

thought of Bridget as a schemer, and after the ordeal with the Garcia

boasting slightly, "This is Julian Zook, from the Zook family. A real catch, we're all quite

Sylvia didn't have a chance to intervene before she felt the gaze across the

over him, lingering instead on Sylvia, a hint of mockery lifting the corners of

over Julian with an ambiguous tone, "A

meant to be a casual remark felt

In Rupert's presence, Julian was insignificant,

tight. A quiet, simple life is the real deal. No need to think about all

Sylvia pulled at her. Engaging in an argument would only

nonchalant. He knew better than

silence was akin

scoffed, pulling Naomi along, "Mom, Mr. Zook,

opened the car doors for Sylvia and

Sylvia received a message from

I'm sorry. Mr. Garcia intervened, securing an extra competition

"I understand."

around her phone. The outcome wasn't actually surprising. Yet, she felt breathless and

thought she had gained an upper hand. Yet, she was still overwhelmingly suppressed. How long would fate continue

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