Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 285

At that moment, Fiona had already scoured every inch of the scarf's front, but the gold-threaded 'S' she was looking for was nowhere to be found.

"This can't be! It must be on the other side!"

Inside and out, it was just a small piece of fabric, but Fiona turned it over three times and still came up empty-handed.

Tristan was starting to lose his patience. "Have you found it yet?"

Fiona was almost frantic, repeating, "I know I can find it! I just know it!"

"Hey sis, is this what you're looking for?" Rupert asked casually, pulling out a scarf from under his coat, the 'S' prominently embroidered on it.

"How is this possible? It shouldn't be!" Fiona stared at Rupert in disbelief.

Rupert draped the scarf over the chair's armrest, saying nonchalantly, "Everyone knows how much this scarf means to me. Why would I just hand it over to anyone?"

Sylvia couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her, but when she glanced up, there was nothing there.

Fiona, caught off guard, turned her glare towards Sylvia.

weren't guilty of something, why

my cheap $10 scarf compare

popped into a nearby boutique, bought a similarly colored scarf, and swapped them to

for Sylvia to feel relieved those marks on her neck were still there. Hidden by her

the scarf without drawing attention, Fiona, usually as calm as a morning breeze, was fuming from Sylvia's comments, clutching

kneeling plea and rushed to support Fiona, angrily chastising Sylvia, "My mom isn't well! Is this how you speak

breath, retorting, "Warren, wasn't it Mrs. Fiona who started

"You..."

brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with

his cup, lifting his eyes slightly, his

your elders. You've been here for ages without acknowledging me or Grandpa. Were you just planning to gloss

not loud, carried

looked at him, his

visibly slumping, instinctively

Tristan would cut

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