Chapter 51

After saying that, she headed straight for the guest room.

Rupert was smoking a cigarette, pouring himself a cup of coffee with an air of indifference. After taking a sip, he grimaced. He picked up the coffee canister from the side table, lost in thought.

...

In the middle of the night.

Sylvia woke herself up with a cough, her throat dry and itchy, and felt dizzy as she got up. She could only lean against the wall as she went in search of water.

After a long struggle to drink some water, her head felt even more dizzy. She took a couple of steps, her legs gave out, and she started to fall towards the floor. Fortunately, she didn't hit the ground but was caught in a swift embrace. "How can you be in such poor shape?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Sylvia, with memories from a past life, started to tremble.

"Don't, don't touch me. I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't touch me..." she murmured, tightly gripping Rupert's shirt collar.

hear the cracking sound of her knuckles as she gripped him forcefully,

on the bed, her resistance grew even more fierce, leaving three

"Sylvia, Sylvia..."

"No! Don't!"

with the taste of blood, but

Sylvia, weakened by fever, passed out, blood still seeping from the

from Sylvia's mouth, his

she had calmed down, he stood up, dabbing at his own wound with a towel, and then dialed Orson's

Garcia, what do you

an eye on

Garcia, the Zook Group is already under

the price," Rupert said emotionlessly, twirling the dried blood on his

"Understood."

neck wound and took some fever-reducing medicine from the

he returned to the room, Sylvia was asleep. Rupert gently lifted her up, "Open

her lips tightly, refusing to

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