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.

to pin the blame on Sylvia

school in the jewelry design contest.

Bridget, who dabbed at her eyes, biting her

fixed the reporter with a stare and replied, "I'll answer you

unsatisfied, pressed on aggressively, "Are you scared? According to sources from your school, you secured your contest spot by maliciously slandering Ms. Simpson online. It was only the school's

The argument seemed well-prepared.

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

reporter choked, "We

proof. Could I accuse you

cornered and humiliated, glared at Sylvia, silent threats veiling his

a cough sounded. Tristan's glance silenced the

speech, eyes scanning the first line. The opening line read,

gaze sweeping over the crowd, and began slowly, "I do not

with anger,

darkening, his eyes intimidating, his

no point

"Isn't there?"

them to the air, the pieces