Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 282

In truth, ever since Sylvia had been given a second chance at life, she knew deep down that when it came to Rupert, she was way out of her league.

She had to start small, focus on her immediate surroundings. She thought if she took things one step at a time, she could eventually carve out a path to avenge Stella.

But she had overestimated herself. It turned out every move she made was already anticipated by Rupert.

It was all a trap!

Sylvia got into a cab, feeling like a hollow shell, frozen in place. It wasn't until the driver called out to her multiple times that she snapped back to reality.

"Ma'am, where to?"

"Maple Street."

Her voice was barely a whisper as she watched the cityscape blur by, a tightness growing in her chest.

Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes, blurring her vision.

Before they could fall, she bit down hard on her hand, forcing back the emotions she couldn't afford to show.

When they arrived, Sylvia quickly got out and made her way to a quaint little boutique specializing in antique collectibles.

The clerk brought out a set of twelve zodiac figurines she had ordered.

Tristan loved his tea and had a fondness for collecting unique trinkets.

Even though he had plenty of exquisite collectibles, she felt this gesture was necessary.

Even if he never paid it any mind.

package in hand, Sylvia hailed another cab, planning to head to the Garcia Manor. As she passed by the store's glass

up to touch it. It was supposed to be soft and warm,

her eyes landing on a specific direction, and she began

...

before the grand gate. Just as she was

remembered she had returned it long

she knocked on the security

of the young guards, who was always polite to

good to see you. Come on in, Mrs. Fiona

pedestrian gate, gesturing for Sylvia to enter. "Thank

after a few steps, she turned back

and Warren

"Yes." The guard nodded.

invite them specifically?"

kitchen staff bring in a lot of

Sylvia felt there was more to this dinner

Fiona and Warren's issues were family matters. Why

then

"Not yet."

Sylvia handed the guard a sealed

please give this

"Of course, no problem."

young guard took it without question and

pulled her scarf tighter

her

burying half her face