Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 309

Sylvia clenched her jaw, struggling to keep herself calm.

"Synthetic? Bridget told you that? No wonder you let her scam you out of everything you had. You really are that gullible!"

"You-! Clearly you need a lesson. Do you really think I'm joking with you? My dad's in charge of the city's redevelopment. All I have to do is nod, and you'll be wiped off the face of the earth, Sylvia!"

"So that's how your dad runs things, huh? I guess the whole Lance family's got plenty of skeletons in their closet." Sylvia shot back with a cold, twisted smile.

Fanny's face darkened, her eyes hardening with malice.

"Toss her in!"

Once again, Sylvia was shoved into the filthy pool, the reek of chlorine and mildew burning her nose. Over and over, they dunked her until she nearly drowned.

When they finally yanked her up, her breaths came faint and shallow, but the defiance in her eyes hadn't faded a bit.

Fanny grew agitated. "Where's the video? This is your last chance!"

Sylvia flicked her eyes around, deflecting, "I'm just curious. Why are you here yourself? Who sent you?"

"Shut up! Don't try to start trouble between us!" Fanny snapped.

"Start trouble? I don't know anything." Sylvia turned her face away, refusing to meet her gaze.

stepping closer, her

you think stalling for time is gonna save you? Hoping someone's coming to your

to call for help before you blacked out? He told me all about it. Said girls have little catfights all

Fanny pulled a small device from her pocket-the emergency alarm Sylvia had hidden in her

was supposed to trigger an alert and send her location to the police with a single

Sylvia had stalled,

family had been in politics for three generations. Their influence

her, Fanny tossed the alarm to the ground and crushed it under her stiletto, kicking the shattered pieces into

a splash, Sylvia watched her last hope

could react, they shoved her

Fanny didn't have her goons pull

the edge, watching

struggling

started to sink, her strength failing, did Fanny signal for her to be dragged back to the

and gagged, her

looked up, Fanny's heel was hovering dangerously close to her

"Still not talking?"

it clear this was all a game to her— human life

it, too. To Fanny, her

Underwater, Sylvia's hand brushed