Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 210 Ding.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal a brightly lit corridor. Standing there, Sylvia could peer through the glass walls on either side, granting her a bird's-eye view of the building's interior.

At the end of the corridor stood a pair of impressive double doors made of solid wood, simple yet exuding a sense of authority.

The assistant cautiously pushed open the door, and Sylvia was greeted with a sight of a sprawling two- story office space that spanned across two hundred square meters.

A row of floor-to-ceiling windows offered an almost panoramic view of the surrounding cityscape.

A spiral staircase led upwards, presumably to Rupert's private quarters.

The sunlit tiles on the floor left Sylvia momentarily awestruck.

This was, in fact, her first foray into Rupert's professional domain.

Nearby, Edwin, who had been sitting at a small conference table, stood up at the sound of their arrival. "Sylvia, what brings you up here?"

Snapping back to reality, Sylvia lifted the thermal bag she was holding, "I brought you lunch. My mom says you've been working too hard lately, so I went out of my way to order this for you."

"It seems like a lot of trouble for you to go through."

Despite Edwin's words, his actions betrayed his delight as he eagerly accepted the thermal bag.

Just as he was about to sit down, he noticed something else in Sylvia's hands.

"What's that?"

yesterday, so he lent it to me. Since I was coming over to bring you lunch, I figured I'd return it

realized

explained, "Rupert had a fever spike to over 103°F after his meeting this morning. It's a wonder he

high? Shouldn't he be in the hospital?" Sylvia asked, her concern

on

Such dedication.

mix of emotions brewing

glanced upwards, noting a small bar area that probably bordered Rupert's private room, yet

wasn't there for Rupert

the sofa, she urged, "Edwin, you

"Sure thing."

admire the office, wandering closer to the

Edwin, do you mind

"Go ahead, just..."

just want it for myself," Sylvia

with

for the perfect angle,

with documents neatly arranged, and everything in

searching twice, Sylvia couldn't find any trace of the project

the bookshelf was thoroughly

imminent. Given Kis cautious nature, he would surely be keeping a close eye

Could it be upstairs...