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."

his lips pressed thin, an ominous aura surrounding him. With a click, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then slowly turned away. In the hallway, the event organizer was being

I was wrong! I

cold, "Didn't I remind you before the game, fair play. You thought this would please

over him and walked away. Outside the studio, Bridget ran towards Rupert, her glamorous

in Warren's car, silently watching

laughed. "Who would've thought Uncle Rupert, of all people, could be so smitten with

falling to her reddened fingers, lost

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

guess I lived up to expectations," she said with

looking up, pushed the trophy aside. "It's blocking my files." Bridget went pale, unable to

lifted her gaze, a sense of panic creeping into her eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter

it was

reporter screamed, "I won't do it again! I'll never take money

while, Rupert

as if

none of