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 the blame on Sylvia

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

Bridget, who dabbed at her eyes, biting

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

your school, you secured your contest spot by maliciously slandering Ms. Simpson online. It was only the school's reluctance to waste Ms. Simpson's talent that

The argument seemed well-prepared.

your source?

choked, "We can't

Could I

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

glance silenced the whispers

on Sylvia, she calmly unfolded her speech, eyes scanning the first line.

the crowd, and began slowly, "I do

laden with anger, bore

darkening, his eyes intimidating, his voice cold

no point in

"Isn't there?"

them to the air, the pieces fluttering