Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 274

Warren approached Sylvia, his face looking like he just swallowed a sour lemon.

The moment he spoke, it was with that familiar tone of someone who's been battered by life.

"Sylvia, are you laughing at me too? In the end, he always seems to have the upper hand."

"Do you have some kind of persecution complex, Mr. Warren?" Sylvia shot back coldly.

"What... what did you call me?"

Warren stared at Sylvia, bewildered.

Sylvia repeated, "Mr. Warren."

"Sylvia, don't be like this. I just..."

"You just noticed my scarf and thought you'd use it to take a jab at Uncle Rupert, right?" Sylvia interrupted, "Don't say you like me. I can't handle that."

With that, she turned to leave.

Warren's eyes darkened as he grabbed her wrist, preventing her from walking away.

me like that. You know

but his grip only tightened. They were surrounded by guests, and a public scene would draw too

all, Hilbert was Warren's uncle, and he had openly admitted to his

struggling, looking at Warren with a

What feelings? The kind where you want to see how deep

during the live stream, even though you were lurking in the shadows, I

claim to care about me, yet when everyone believed the woman in the room was me, you stood by and

into the camera, you even stepped aside to give

really think I don't understand your

me as someone tainted, and

humiliate him through me. You don't like me; you like the usefulness of Sylvia. But I am not

yanked the scarf from her

hit a nerve, Warren's anger flared, and his usual facade

Eloise stepped in with a timely

to add more gossip

Warren, valuing his reputation, released

her way out of the hotel and spotted Rupert's

a cigarette glowing between his fingers, his suit

a smoke ring, his features slightly obscured by the