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.

she hit the ground, strong

helmeted man, seeing this, scrambled through the

carried Sylvia out of the pool house. Orson approached, his expression

in the area's been wiped-someone must've tipped

family could pull

woman in his arms. Dressed head-to-toe in black, he nearly vanished into the

"Is everything ready?"

"But, Rupert—Tristan..."

there made him swallow and nod, falling

Hospital.

feel that her body had been cleaned up, probably

the first time, she found the sterile scent of

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

jolted Sylvia. Her heart thudded and her blood ran cold for a second before she

from her arm, leaving a trail of blood

down! Molly,

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

away from me! Back

get free, she kicked out hard, landing a solid

doubled over, wincing. A little higher and

her bleeding

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