Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 73

"Don't move," he whispered low.

"What's up?" Sylvia asked, puzzled.

"There's a streamer in your hair. Let me get it."

Warren's hand brushed through her hair, his fingers lingering as his gaze shifted. He leaned in slightly, catching the scent of her hair.

Sylvia's face blushed as she felt Warren close, blocking her head with her hands.

"I...I forgot to wash my hair. Does it smell weird?"

Warren chuckled, "No, it smells great."

"Warren, you're such a joker," Sylvia said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Let's go, my car is at the side entrance."

"Okay."

thin, an ominous aura surrounding him. With a click, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then

was wrong!

of smoke, his voice cold, "Didn't I remind you before the game, fair play.

at his cigarette, then pressed the glowing tip into the man's forehead. The man's eyes rolled back in pain. Rupert stepped over him and walked away. Outside the studio, Bridget ran towards Rupert, her glamorous

was Sylvia. She seated in Warren's car, silently watching the

of all people,

surprising," Sylvia agreed, her gaze falling to her reddened fingers, lost

Rupert, got into the car. She had expected some praise, but Rupert started browsing through files instead. Bridget's face fell, but she didn't dare to question him, tentatively

lived up to

pushed the trophy aside. "It's blocking my files." Bridget

into her eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter who had been making things difficult for

skills, it was clear they were no

won't do it again! I'll never take money for such tasks again!"

while, Rupert

as if

was none