Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 283

Fiona and Warren stood there, heads bowed, all traces of previous arrogance

long gone.

On the other side were Edwin and Naomi, both looking rather grim.

Naomi gave Sylvia a cautious look, signaling her to proceed.

Sylvia quickly stepped forward with a gift box, greeting Tristan politely, "Tristan, sorry to bother you today. I brought you a little something. I hope you like it."

"Hmm, you shouldn't have," Tristan replied, barely glancing at the gift box, clearly uninterested.

However, he appreciated Sylvia's acknowledgment of her place. A guest should always know their role, and she clearly did.

He waved a hand at the butler, who promptly took the gift away without even asking what it was.

Sylvia had expected this indifference from Tristan and felt no disappointment. She quietly moved to stand next to Naomi, content to blend into the background.

room grew quieter, the tension in the

her knees at Tristan's feet, clutching his sleeve. "Dad, I was wrong. I

man who had long been a force in the business world, was unmoved by such pleas. He simply nudged Fiona aside with

waste your efforts on your own family's schemes. Your useless brother

always been ungrateful! If it weren't for Rupert seeing through your plans and turning the tables, you'd

finished speaking, the butler handed him a freshly brewed cup of tea to help

kept her head down, her

were meant for her. Tristan and Rupert had known all

No wonder they invited her

could be more devastating than hearing

forward to help her, glaring

you treat us like this? Just because my father is gone, does

Your mother knows she's wrong and is on her knees. As a grandson, you

eyes flicked over Warren as he sipped his tea. His authoritative tone was

needed to

he had