Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 134

Warren had been quietly doing Sylvia favors, and she really didn't want to embarrass him over just a photo.

But things needed to be clear. He was just her brother, nothing more.

After a moment, Warren sent a smiley face.

[Get some rest.]

[Will do.]

Logging off Twitter, Sylvia casually checked her missed calls.

Seeing Rupert's number, her finger hesitated for a moment before she put down the phone, opting for a shower and bed instead.

The next morning, Sylvia got out of bed early and headed for the kitchen.

On her way, she pondered excuses to convince the servants to let her use the kitchen for a bit. After all, she was usually met with snide remarks whenever she went to grab a snack.

To her surprise, the kitchen was bustling with new faces. Upon seeing her, they immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted her respectfully.

"Ms. Lloyd, are you hungry? We'll speed things up and have breakfast ready shortly."

The speaker was a woman in her fifties, smiling warmly.

Sylvia hadn't been treated with such respect by the servants in the Garcia family before and was momentarily taken aback. She quickly waved her hands. "No, no, I just wanted to make a special breakfast for Mrs. Fiona and Warren."

how to repay Warren and decided to cook breakfast for him

you bring it to them? It wouldn't be right for you to do the cooking." Hearing this, Sylvia was pleasantly surprised

like to

let me assist you," the woman

confused, "Are you new

continuing her tasks without pause.

me like this. I don't usually live here. I am..." "I know who you are, Ms. Sylvia from the

Ms. Sylvia from the

Orson!

was he up

woman efficiently began

the family with

Aren't you the only young lady in the

way, but the Garcia family

would Orson say

nearly impossible thought formed in

the woman, "Who hired

"Mr. Rupert Garcia."

when does he deal with such trivial matters?" Sylvia asked, a hint of surprise in

behind your back;

the mixing bowl

her words, Sylvia's hand slipped, spilling the whole bowl of flour

was clumsy

The

worries, I'll clean