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."

had spent the whole night thinking of how to repay Warren and

her hands on her apron and suggested, "How about we cook and you bring it to them? It wouldn't be right for you to do the

I'd like

let me assist you," the woman quickly

confused, "Are

nodded vigorously, continuing her tasks without

her status and explained with a smile, "You don't have to treat me like this. I don't usually live here. I am..." "I know who you are, Ms. Sylvia from the Garcia family. Orson briefed us when you

Ms. Sylvia from

Orson!

was he up

efficiently began preparing

we treat the young lady of the family

said. Aren't you the only

way, but the

would Orson say

impossible thought

the woman, "Who

"Mr. Rupert Garcia."

when does he deal with such trivial matters?" Sylvia

were gossiping about you behind your back; Mr. Rupert

was adding water to the mixing bowl in front

spilling the whole bowl of flour

that was

The

I'll