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."

Rupert watched the scene, 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

Garcia! I was wrong! I

the game, fair play. You thought this would please me?" The man nodded fervently, hoping

The man's eyes rolled back in pain. Rupert stepped over him and walked away. Outside the studio, Bridget ran towards Rupert, her glamorous gown making her look like a

in Warren's car, silently watching the fairy-tale

all people, could be so

her gaze falling

praise, but Rupert started browsing through files instead. Bridget's

to expectations," she said with

aside. "It's blocking my files." Bridget went pale, unable

eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter who had been making

from their skills, it was clear they were no ordinary

do it again! I'll never take money for such

the while,

outside, as if

was none