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.

grew quieter, the tension in the

knees at Tristan's feet, clutching his sleeve. "Dad, I was wrong. I promise I won't

the business world, was unmoved by such

not to waste your efforts on your own family's schemes. Your useless brother was never going

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

brewed cup of tea to help him calm

Tristan's gaze but kept her head down, her face turning pale, her fingers digging into

her. Tristan and Rupert had known all along that Warren was

No wonder they invited her

devastating than

fell, stepping forward to help her, glaring at Tristan with a hint of

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

knees. As a grandson, you dare

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

needed to

family he had to swallow his pride. Otherwise, he risked being drowned along with