Chapter 57

On her way back to the dorm, Sylvia was intercepted.

Orson looked at her with a polite expression, "Mr. Garcia is waiting for you in the car. We need to get your hand checked again."

Sylvia scoffed, "My hand being injured is convenient, isn't it? No need for him to go through all this trouble to pull me out of the competition." Orson, puzzled, whispered, "Mr. Garcia..."

"He would do well to spend more time with his girlfriend, save their affection from getting affected. I've got other things to handle."

Sylvia walked past Orson, but he quickly stepped in front of her again.

"Ms. Lloyd, Mr. Garcia is waiting for you."

His words were few but carried a reminder. She realized if she refused to go, Orson would keep reminding her.

Sylvia took a deep breath, "Let's go then."

Orson nodded and gestured for her to follow.

Sylvia got into the car, unaware of the excited figure approaching from a distance but stopped dead in the tracks upon seeing Sylvia.

Bridget.

car drive away,

...

In the hospital.

focusing on the documents in his hands, acting as if he wasn't the one who had handed her designs

it seemed, the incident wasn't even worth

to the window, and as she was about to get out, a deep voice

"Does it still hurt?"

response was

out without a glance at Rupert. Rupert's gaze shifted to Orson,

yet nodded, "Got

after, Sylvia followed Rupert into the

as seeing who they were, he

time no see. What

he noticed Sylvia

he touched his face, "Seems like my looks are quite

me," as

the subtle vibe between the two, the doctor tried to ease the tension, "Miss, please sit. Let's have a

back to reality, sat while

was unable to forget his face. The doctor who had announced her daughter's death, a friend of Rupert's and an

under her intense gaze. Trying to joke, he said awkwardly, "What's wrong? Can I be as charming

stared at his smile, her daughter's ghostly dead body persistently lingering on

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