Chapter 47

Tristan had never been particularly fond of Bridget's background. However, thankfully, Bridget had a good reputation and image, a far better companion for Rupert than the other messy figures he'd been seen with. But at the press conference, Bridget had been a major letdown.

Rupert's face remained stoic, his responses chillingly indifferent.

"Yeah."

After the brief exchange, they left together.

Moments later, Bridget emerged from behind a decorative rockery, her hands twisting the hem of her dress almost to breaking point out of anxiety.

She was determined to win!

...

Naomi had offered Sylvia to stay the night, but Sylvia declined. The Garcia Manor held nothing but bad memories for her. It reminded her of the scorn she faced in her past life, and of her poor daughter.

So, as dusk approached, she left. But she'd hardly gotten far when a sudden gale picked up, the sky turned a foreboding gray as if ready to unleash a deluge.

pace, but before she could get far, the heavens opened up, soaking her

from behind, and she

with a black umbrella in

"Sylvia."

you here?" Sylvia was

Uncle Edwin, heard from your mom you'd left, didn't you know

didn't notice,"

sighed softly, tilting the umbrella towards Sylvia

but her lips strikingly vivid, exuded a fragile allure. Her clothes, clinging to her from the rain, outlined her figure perfectly. Warren glanced at her only for a moment

you home,

"Thank you."

couldn't possibly take the subway

a car slowly passed by, its slightly ajar window revealing two figures.

almost clingy, as if in the midst of a passionate kiss with

How impatient!

wave of disgust, feeling uncomfortable as if she got bitten by a bug today.

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