Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 78

It was an unfortunate truth that the last person Sylvia ever wanted to ask for help was Rupert. She withdrew her gaze, her eyes falling on the glass of vodka in front of her, and tilted her head back to drink in one go. Rupert paused, his cup halfway to his lips, his cool and collected demeanor emanating a distinctly icy aura.

However, the three men around Sylvia seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere, bursting into laughter.

"Wow, girl, you can really hold your liquor. Come on, have another one on me."

"If you've drunk theirs, you've gotta drink mine too! Otherwise, it's like you're dissing me!"

And just like that, Sylvia found herself coerced into downing three large glasses. Her throat burned, making it impossible to speak, and her hands were too weak to even clench into fists.

Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink, her already stunning face now resembling a ripe cherry - glowing enticingly and drawing the hungry gazes of the men around her.

The three men exchanged looks, their smiles leering, but the presence of the principal and Rupert restrained their actions. Their plan was to get Sylvia drunk first, then find an excuse to take her away.

The man sitting next to Sylvia, while pouring her more vodka, casually placed his hand on the back of her chair, occasionally brushing against her back as if by accident.

got second place in the contest.

to avoid his touch. But he took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her shoulders, trapping her and bringing his greasy face close to hers with a grin. The smell of alcohol mixed with the strong scent of tobacco

man away and stood up, not

the restroom." Staggering slightly, she made her way out of the

face with cold water to regain some semblance of sobriety After a moment of thought, she took out her phone and

arm wrapped around her waist, easily pulling her into a secluded corner next to the restroom. Tall

the man's dark suit.

for my help

resonated above her, tinged with an almost imperceptible

her hands to struggle, but the alcohol had weakened her, and her efforts barely registered with

her futile

of someone watching a child, then firmly grasped her shoulders. His normally gentle fingers now seemed cold as they brushed against

Sylvia's shoulders

and