Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 177

Rupert stood in the way of the approaching dean. "What's up?"

The dean immediately switched to a more subservient demeanor. "Here's the thing. We're planning to give this building a makeover for the incoming freshmen, and Sylvia's the only one dragging her feet about moving out. I understand it's tough for a lady to handle such things alone, so I kindly arranged for three security guards to assist her. Mr. Rupert, there's no need for you to trouble yourself. I'll just have the guys help Sylvia, and that'll be the end of it."

His face was all smiles, eager to please, but his eyes avoided Rupert's. When he mentioned the three security guards, his voice quivering a bit.

It was clear he knew exactly who those three security guards really were.

But why would he do that?

Sylvia was about to question the identity of the three security guards when Rupert stopped her.

He interjected, "As the Miss of the Garcia family, she doesn't need anyone else's help."

"What? Miss of the Garcia family?" The dean's eyes widened in shock, nearly popping out of his head.

He shot a frantic glance at the three security guards. The guards also shrank back a bit and quickly left the dormitory.

Sylvia frowned, instinctively stepping forward to chase after them, but Rupert caught her wrist, holding her back.

"Let's go."

her a chance to react, Rupert led

the car, Sylvia shook off his

you let me ask? There's something off

"Get in the car."

are, don't

said get

opened the car door

three security guards gone, going to the dean would be pointless- she had no evidence. Taking a deep breath, she climbed

...

three men away, the dean made

didn't work. Rupert was

to notice

Miss of the Garcia family, Ms. Simpson, why didn't you tell me?" The dean's voice carried a tone of

she think she is! You

up, her face contorted with anger, drawing a frown

your image. You're a public figure, after all.

a dog leash company even asked me to endorse their product! And Rupert, instead of checking on me first thing,

of her dorm. How

that?