Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 170

At a luxury boutique.

As soon as Sylvia entered and gave her name, the shop assistant greeted her warmly and escorted her to a plush seating area. An array of gourmet snacks was promptly laid out before her.

"Ms. Lloyd, please give us a moment. I'll bring your gown out for inspection."

"Sure."

Sylvia took a sip of the artisan coffee served to her, savoring its warmth as she began to unwind. But her relaxation was interrupted when a live broadcast of a gala event caught her attention on the screen opposite her. It appeared to be a celebrity endorsed by this brand. Sylvia remembered Rupert's suggestion to keep an eye on the gala's coverage.

Why should she?

She reached for the remote on the coffee table, intending to switch off the screen, but just then, the shop assistant stepped into her line of sight.

"Ms. Lloyd, your gown is here. Could you please take a look?"

"Alright."

Sylvia sighed, setting the remote down and rising from her seat. She walked over to where the gown hung.

Even though she had worn it only once, its beauty still took her breath away.

Holding the hem, the assistant smiled. "This gown is truly perfect for you, Ms. Lloyd. Tailored to your measurements, I doubt anyone else could wear this piece quite like you." Sylvia paused, her fingers brushing the fabric as she looked at the assistant quizzically.

"Tailored to my measurements?"

"Yes, take a look here at the tag." The assistant pointed to the label hanging from the gown's hanger.

sure enough, saw her own

could Warren

assistant handed Sylvia a form. "Ms. Lloyd,

reached for the pen. As she flipped

bore a single

Garcia.

elegant, carrying an air

she seen

as she leaned in for a closer look, the

Lloyd, just sign

"Alright."

assistant carefully placed the gown into a box and handed it to Sylvia. As Sylvia was about to leave, something on the

It was inevitable.

was arm-in-arm with

was dressed in a

tuxedo, devoid of any accessories. Yet, under the spotlight, his silhouette was striking- broad shoulders, a tapered waist,

and a brief,

was all smiles, clinging to

gaze drifted to

a sleek black evening

-

with a golden-brown voluminous

skirt. Paired with a

radiated elegance and

seemed Rupert, the notorious workaholic, had an

then, a reporter mustered