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.

talk to me like that. You know how

were surrounded by guests, and a public

was Warren's uncle, and he had openly admitted to his vile intentions toward

looking at Warren

feelings? The kind where you want

stream, even though you

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

into the camera, you even stepped aside to give

think I don't understand your

someone tainted, and by shaming me, you think you can shame

lack the guts to confront him directly, so you try to humiliate him through me. You don't like me; you like the usefulness of

words, Sylvia yanked the scarf from her

because she had hit a nerve, Warren's

Eloise stepped in

important. You wouldn't want to add

valuing his reputation,

way out of the hotel and spotted Rupert's car

leaning against it, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, his suit open, one

ring, his features slightly obscured