Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 311

Chapter 311

It was him.

Chris.

The man paused mid-motion. "You know me?"

Sylvia quickly looked away, shaking her head. Her voice trembled as she pleaded,

"I swear, I don't know anything. Why won't Ms. Lance believe me?"

She couldn't admit it-there might still be a slim chance to get out of this.

The man let out a cocky laugh. "Then you make sure to haunt her, you hear?" He raised the metal pipe and swung it down.

Sylvia instinctively curled up, bracing herself. But almost at the same instant, the man was flung across the room like a ragdoll, crashing into a row of lockers.

The lockers toppled in a domino effect, smashing through the plywood covering the window.

Moonlight spilled through the jagged gap, stretching the shadow of the man now standing before her. Blood dripped from his bruised knuckles, staining the ruby ring on his finger an even deeper red.

It was Rupert.

When she recognized him, Sylvia bit down on her colorless lips and slid down the wall, her legs giving out.

hit the ground,

scrambled through the broken

the pool house. Orson approached, his

gone. All the security footage in the area's

pull off something like this so

arms. Dressed head-to-toe in black, he nearly vanished into the darkness. His chiseled features were cold, his eyes glinting with

"Is everything ready?"

"But, Rupert—Tristan..."

gaze. Whatever he saw there made him swallow and

Hospital.

she could feel that her body had

time, she found the sterile

"She's awake-she's awake!"

thudded and her blood ran cold for a second before she bolted upright

tore free from her arm, leaving

Molly,

coat rushed over, pinning Sylvia's arms gently while calling for

me go! Get away

she couldn't get free, she kicked out hard, landing

doubled over, wincing. A

didn't let go of her bleeding arm, worried she'd hurt herself

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