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."

a strand of her hair. It's her 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

Garcia! I was

approached, exhaling a cloud of smoke, his voice cold, "Didn't I remind you before the game, fair play. You thought this would please me?" The man nodded fervently,

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 gown

Sylvia. She seated in Warren's car, silently watching the fairy-tale moment

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

Sylvia agreed, her gaze falling to her reddened fingers,

in arm with 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

guess I lived up to expectations," she said with a tender

without looking up, pushed the trophy aside. "It's blocking my files." Bridget went pale,

sense of panic creeping into her eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter who had been making things difficult

from their skills, it was

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

the while, Rupert didn't

outside, as if

none of his