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."

repay Warren and decided to cook breakfast for him and

It wouldn't be right for you to do the cooking." Hearing this, Sylvia was pleasantly surprised and smiled as she took a clean apron

I'd like to do

let me assist you,"

slightly confused,

vigorously, continuing her

it." Sylvia guessed they might have mistaken 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

Sylvia from the Garcia

Orson!

he up

woman efficiently began preparing

of the family

Aren't you the only young

could see it that way, but the

would Orson say

impossible thought formed in

at the

"Mr. Rupert Garcia."

when does he deal with such trivial matters?"

you behind your back; Mr. Rupert fired them on

adding water to the mixing bowl in

slipped, spilling the whole bowl of flour on

that was

The

I'll clean