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."

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.

Mr. Garcia! I was wrong! I

remind you before the game, fair play. You thought this would please me?"

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

seated in Warren's car, silently watching the

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

gaze falling to

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,

guess I lived up to

the trophy aside. "It's blocking my files." Bridget went pale, unable to recover for

into her eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter who had been making things difficult for Sylvia was being beaten by

it was clear they were

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

the while, Rupert

outside, as if

was none of