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.

closer, her heels

stalling for time is gonna

voice dripping with mockery. "By the way, my uncle works at the police station. You tried to call for help before you blacked out? He told me

a small device from her

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

Sylvia had stalled,

she'd forgotten: the Lance family had been in politics for three generations. Their influence seeped

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

Sylvia watched her last hope disappear. Her

could react, they shoved her into the pool

her goons pull

to the

thrashed, struggling

when Sylvia started to sink, her strength failing, did Fanny

coughed and gagged, her lungs burning, vision

up, Fanny's heel was hovering dangerously close to her face, as if she might stomp down

"Still not talking?"

gleam in her eyes making it clear this was all a game to her— human

it, too. To Fanny, her life was

Underwater, Sylvia's hand brushed