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."

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.

Garcia! I was wrong!

game, fair play. You thought this would please me?" The man

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 making her look

was Sylvia. She seated in Warren's car,

all people,

her gaze falling to her

got into the car. She had expected some praise, but Rupert started browsing

to expectations,"

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

the reporter who had been making things difficult for Sylvia was being beaten by a group of seemingly ordinary

skills, it was clear they were no ordinary

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

while, Rupert

as

was none