Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 140

Warren quickly countered, "Sylvia, stop it. Uncle has his reasons for everything he does. I won't be around, so please take care of yourself."

Sylvia had hit the nail on the head. She clenched her phone, a wave of anger rising within her.

For Bridget's sake, Rupert was willing to eliminate anyone who helped her!

Warren, with his frequent business trips, had found himself gradually pushed out of the power circle of the Garcia Group. The once-esteemed heir had been exiled. Rupert truly was a heartless man.

Standing against the biting wind, Sylvia bowed her head. "Warren, I'm sorry. This is my fault."

"Don't be silly. Stop overthinking. Maybe he is just tied up with the big deal he's negotiating with Bailey from Camellia Manor. That's probably why he sent me away." Warren was still finding excuses for Rupert. But Sylvia caught on to something familiar.

"Bailey?"

Warren hesitated, "Yes, do you know Bailey?"

"Our studio is designing jewelry for Bailey."

"Bailey can be quite demanding. I was supposed to handle the negotiation, but for some reason, Grandpa handed it over to Uncle. It looks like Grandpa really values this partnership. Be careful when dealing with Bailey." Taking Warren's advice to heart, Sylvia felt a warmth in her chest. "Okay."

talk any longer, my ride's waiting. I have to

hung up in a

of

had mentioned that Bailey, though a woman, was a formidable figure who seldom agreed to collaborations unless they were significant

perhaps his fate would have been different. Unfortunately, Rupert had snatched the opportunity

car suddenly pulled up

a figure stumbled out, clothes

else could it be

looked up, her eyes flashing with malice the moment she

you are!

drink. Why don't you join them? They're

Don't be a party

known for their prowess. Occasionally, they would make jests at

to her, these men had taken liberties with her during dinner and drinks. She had

determined

men, slightly intoxicated, leaned against

around so late, looks like you're free. We're

forward. "Of course, Sylvia agrees.