Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 239

"Sylvia, I'm fine, really. You're not heavy at all. I'll get up and help you," Freya said, as if Sylvia had purposely decided to crush her with her weight.

Sylvia couldn't help but roll her eyes discreetly.

Why on earth had she decided to trust Freya?

As Freya got up, she cast a pitiful glance towards the car window, her movements exaggeratedly slow, almost like she was in a dramatic play.

Suddenly, the sound of the car door opening came from behind Sylvia.

Freya instantly morphed into a picture of innocence, looking up at the

approaching man with big doe eyes. "Mr. Rupert, really, I'm fine! I can manage, I just..."

Sylvia felt goosebumps rise on her skin. In another life, what had possessed her to think Freya was genuinely pitiful?

Unable to stand it any longer, Sylvia shuffled forward.

But Freya's voice suddenly cut off, replaced by Sylvia's startled yelp.

"Ah!"

had swooped in, grabbing her purse and effortlessly lifting her off the ground. To keep her balance, she

are you doing? Put me

intelligence you have left spilling out, you'd better hold on tight, my dear niece," Rupert murmured

mind felt like it was about to explode with frustration

with a sweet smile. "Mr. Rupert,

said, brushing past

the car door shut, Freya's face pressed against the

really hurt. She should go to the hospital. I need to

way," Rupert

a beat, the driver hit the gas, speeding away as if they were being

towards the upcoming intersection.

the car sped

ride. But she couldn't shake the feeling that the car was

to avoid

nail in the seat?" Rupert asked lazily, leaning back, resting his chin on his hand

"Yes," Sylvia replied sarcastically.

his lap, his hand gently resting on her back. "How about

pry his