Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 277

With solid evidence against Hilbert surfacing, Freya and Bridget's sneaky antics suddenly made perfect sense.

Sylvia's online profile unexpectedly attracted a wave of supportive messages.

"Hey girl, heard you're besties with Freya. Looks like she stabbed you in the back! Maybe steer clear of her."

"Checked out the timeline-no way those jewels could've been swapped without someone on the inside helping Mr. Carmen. Watch your back."

"I've been meaning to warn you. Freya often secretly meets with Bridget. Be careful."

Reading these comments, Sylvia almost chuckled.

Rupert set down his teacup, his voice calm, "Why so cheerful?"

Sylvia quickly suppressed her smile, remembering he was still there. He was fiercely protective of Bridget and might think she was stirring up trouble.

"Uncle Rupert, if you suspect I'm framing Bridget, feel free to investigate yourself. Wouldn't want your fiancée feeling slighted."

Rupert frowned, rubbing his temples.

Sylvia ignored Rupert's expression, continuing to respond to the kind messages on her phone. Before she knew it, exhaustion took over, and she fell asleep against a pillow.

at Sylvia. His scarf was under her cheek, complementing her features. She wrinkled her nose and adjusted her position, falling back into a

moment, a hint of soft light in his eyes, until the phone screen lit up. He glanced at it, his expression instantly

her to her room, Rupert hesitated at the door before

...

Garcia Manor.

night cast a solemn shadow

from a freshly brewed

warm

look up, methodically preparing

filled with the rich aroma, yet a

casually asked,

the Carmen

sat down, his face

"Working late? Since when did you take such an interest in the Carmen family? I've told you before to seize the opportunity to rein them in, but you never seemed interested. Now look where it's

brother's only son. Going too far could harm the Garcia family's reputation. But now he's overstepped, it's time to set an example, or everyone will think they can mess with the

spoke evenly, though his eyes

paused, his cup midway to his lips. "Is that the

"What else?"

his coffee without a hint

"And Bridget? The situation with the mines can't