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."

subtle gesture, something she would do when she's feeling shy. 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 being

Garcia! I was wrong!

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

in pain. Rupert stepped over him and walked away. Outside the studio, Bridget ran towards Rupert, her glamorous gown making her look like a princess rushing to her prince, drawing everyone's

was Sylvia. She seated in Warren's car,

"Who would've thought Uncle Rupert, of all people, could be so

Sylvia agreed, her gaze falling to

started browsing through files instead. Bridget's face

lived up to expectations," she said with

my files." Bridget went pale,

eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter

skills, it was clear they were no ordinary

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

while, Rupert didn't

outside, as

none of his