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,

ordeal with

"This is Julian Zook, from the Zook family. A real

loaded with meaning. Sylvia didn't have a chance to intervene before she felt the gaze across the table darkened. Julian

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

glance passed over Julian with

What was meant to be a casual remark felt like a looming

upon surveying Julian. In Rupert's presence, Julian was insignificant, a good match for Sylvia

her scorn, wearing a soft smile instead, "Mr. Zook is such a catch, Sylvia. You should hold on tight. A quiet, simple life is the real deal. No need to think about all that unnecessary drama." Her

was about to retort when Sylvia pulled at her. Engaging in an argument would only play

looked up at Rupert, his expression nonchalant. He knew better than anyone who she had made

was akin to affirming

scoffed, pulling Naomi along,

then opened

a message from

intervened, securing an extra competition

"I understand."

around her phone. The outcome wasn't actually surprising. Yet, she felt breathless and powerless, as if struggling within a vortex, unable to grasp at any

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

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