Chapter 71

She might not have been aiming for a photo op with Rupert from the get-go, but snagging a pic beside him was a surefire way to send the internet into a frenzy - and catch a sprinkle of stardom for herself. After all, if people were not out for themselves, they were left behind. Christine was playing the game right.

Sylvia stepped aside, flashing Christine a smile, "Go ahead. Your dress today is a splash of midnight, you'll look stunning next to Mr. Garcia in photos."

She even served her a perfect excuse on a silver platter.

Christine, caught off guard, mumbled a thanks and made her way to Rupert's other side. Sylvia, meanwhile, positioned herself at the far end.

As everyone arranged themselves for the photo, Rupert raised his hand to block the camera. He declared in a firm tone, "The contestants should be at the center."

Without missing a beat, he casually brushed off Bridget's hand and moved to the very edge, right next to Sylvia.

Instinctively, Sylvia tried to step away, only to feel a hand creep onto her back. The warmth of the palm through the thin fabric heated her skin, sending her into a panic.

She tried to gently pull his hand away, but he caught her hand, pressing it against her lower back. The thumb with the ruby ring softly caressed her arm, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't break free. Had he lost his mind? There were numerous people here!

gaze, his breath hot on Sylvia's head, whispering in a volume only she could hear, "Move again, and I'll spin

to snap away. It wasn't until Bridget eagerly approached that Rupert

Sylvia away, looped her arm in Rupert's, signaling the photographers to take more

had other plans, convincing the organizers to keep the three contestants back for an

dramatically. Especially when the subject of Sylvia and Bridget's rivalry came up -

vel

couldn't resist

to Ms. Simpson in the face-off,

responded, "Though I won the contest, Sylvia's academic performance at school has always been superior to mine. I'm

who lost the contest have higher academic scores? Unless the

Sylvia, mimicking Bridget's tone,

and retorted, "Well, even

long as winning the contest. I'm sure Ms. Simpson put in

effort for this."

taste of her own

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