Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 101

"Ms. Lloyd, we're in trouble. The private dining room is empty, and the staff said the party left two hours ago."

"Who organized this meet-up?" Sylvia asked in a panic.

"It was... Mrs. Simpson, Bridget Simpson's mother. She said it was to introduce a big client as a way of making amends to you."

"Making amends to me without me there? How does that even make sense!" Sylvia barely registered the throbbing pain in her foot, standing up immediately. "Go find the manager now. Ask them to secure the CCTV footage. And do we still have a good connection with the chauffeur from the Garcia family?"

"Yes, we do."

"Please have him drive me over."

"No problem, Ms. Lloyd."

After hanging up, Sylvia wrapped herself in her coat, limping quickly out to the manor's driveway.

The chauffeur was already waiting. As soon as she got into the car, they sped off towards the restaurant.

Orson, who was just leaving the Garcia Manor, saw Sylvia's figure getting into the car and quickly called Rupert.

Rupert was in the middle of changing, his shirt unbuttoned as he answered the call.

"What's up?"

"Ms. Lloyd just rushed off in a car."

"I'm on my way."

...

At the restaurant.

approached the manager. The manager glanced at her briefly before adopting a tone filled with

policy prohibits us

what he was implying. She was too insignificant for him to bother

I step out that door, I'll call the police and notify the Garcia family. You better pray there's nothing off in the footage. Otherwise, your days as a manager are numbered." The manager's lips tightened as he clenched

however, turned

manager called

the manager reluctantly pointed at a small, dark

don't want to show you, but the camera outside that particular room is broken. We haven't had a chance

words, Sylvia could see arrogance and indifference reflected in his eyes. Clearly, he knew about the malfunctioning camera all

a moment's thought, Sylvia leaned in to move the mouse. "No worries, I'll just check the entrance

very private individuals. Our restaurant has promised not to disclose their comings and goings. You're putting me in a difficult position. The staff mentioned Edwin and Naomi have already

that, he shoved the mouse into

she couldn't win this tug-of-war, Sylvia pressed down her anger and asked politely, "Just one last question

Mrs. Simpson

"Around nine."

sure?" Sylvia fixed him

mistake, it was

"Certain?"

"Absolutely," the manager nodded.

left