Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 35

Rupert didn't reply, his gaze sliding past Sylvia, his demeanor chilling like the frost of midwinter, an unspoken barrier against intrusion.

Sylvia couldn't help but sneer internally. Classic Rupert.

Just then, a commanding voice cut through the air from behind her, "Sylvia, what are you doing just standing there? Everyone is waiting for you."

It was Tristan.

Turning around, Sylvia noticed Tristan was flanked by Naomi and Edwin, two individuals who usually wouldn't find themselves at the center of attention, except apparently in circumstances such as these. Clearly, Tristan was worried Sylvia might back out of going on stage.

"Sylvia..."

Face grim, Edwin attempted to shield Sylvia.

Sylvia gave him a quick shake of the head, "Edwin, just stay with my mom, okay?"

Under Tristan's warning gaze, Sylvia took the stage. Even Julian, bandages and all, had made it, looking smug among the crowd.

press was buzzing with anticipation, some eager to pin

we heard Ms. Simpson is also representing your school in the jewelry design

to Bridget, who dabbed at her eyes, biting

and replied, "I'll answer you in a

online. It was only the school's reluctance to waste Ms. Simpson's talent that got her an additional spot. Did

The argument seemed well-prepared.

back, "Who's your source? Care to confront

reporter choked, "We can't

proof. Could I accuse you of defamation

humiliated, glared at Sylvia, silent threats

sounded. Tristan's glance silenced the whispers

unfolded her speech, eyes scanning the first

her gaze sweeping over the crowd,

with anger, bore into

his eyes intimidating, his voice cold and

no point in

"Isn't there?"

locked with Rupert's, tore the paper to shreds, and threw them to the air, the pieces fluttering between her