Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 173

She approached the two assistants with a question, "Could you tell me who picked up the suit ordered by Rupert?"

The assistants looked at her as if they'd seen a ghost, gasping in shock.

"Ms. Lloyd, you haven't left yet?"

"No, just overheard you guys..."

"You heard wrong. We're quite busy. Take care."

Without waiting for her response, they scampered off. Clearly, she wasn't going to get anything out of them.

Sylvia sighed softly and left the boutique.

Initially, Sylvia had planned to head back to the Garcia residence and leave the suit with Naomi for safekeeping.

But as soon as she got into her car, the school dean called.

"Sylvia, why haven't you moved out of the dorm yet? Everyone's off to their internships, and we need to renovate the dorms for the new students. Please hurry back and move out." "Okay, I understand."

It then dawned on Sylvia that she had forgotten about the dorm-wide message from a couple of days ago, telling her not to forget to move out. She had been so preoccupied with designing for Bailey that it had slipped her mind.

The dean, sounding impatient, said, "Move out by tomorrow, or I'll have someone move your stuff. I'm just following the notice. You're the one dragging your feet." "Got it."

Sylvia didn't want to argue and hung up.

Naomi called. As

you catch the live stream? Hilarious, the

still at the Garcia's. Tone it down,"

laughter. "Ahem, I

press further. She had more pressing

my

something I need to tell you," Naomi interrupted, her voice suddenly

go first, then," Sylvia suggested, sensing

now, you're an adult. And about the Garcia residence..." "I can't come

out before,

seemed Tristan wanted

thinks that with Warren

age, your visits- being unrelated by blood might cause gossip," Naomi's Voice grew

asked, "And

clarified, "Not... not entirely. He said you could come by

sorry, I'm just not strong enough can't

been nice an Edwin

me and

married into the Garcia family, not me. I just want you to be happy.

stark contrast to her earlier laughter at

have prepared an apartment for you, in a

thanks to

of the dorm tomorrow. Could you come help me

many clothes, but my books are