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

his sleeve. "Dad, I was wrong. I promise I won't do

force in the business world, was unmoved by such pleas. He simply nudged

you from the start not to waste your efforts on your own family's

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

butler handed him a freshly brewed cup of tea to help him calm down. Tristan sipped his tea, casting a

the weight of Tristan's gaze but kept her head down, her face turning pale, her fingers

and Rupert had known all along that

wonder they invited her over

more devastating than hearing firsthand

stepping forward to help her, glaring at

because my father is

is on her knees. As a grandson, you dare to defy me? Perhaps

Warren as he sipped his tea. His authoritative tone was enough to make Warren

needed to

the eldest of the Garcia family he had to swallow his pride. Otherwise, he risked being drowned along with the Carmen Group.