Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 317

Fanny had barely finished her sentence before she slapped a hand over her mouth.

The cop shot her a glare, then turned with a forced smile and extended his hand to Sylvia. "Ms. Lloyd, if you have evidence, you should've brought it out sooner. Let me see it."

Sylvia sidestepped his hand. "You're not the right person to handle my case. I want someone else. If you refuse, I'll upload the evidence online and let the whole internet be the judge."

"You..." The cop took a couple of heavy breaths, clearly irritated, but in the end just pointed to another younger officer. "You, go."

The young officer hurried over.

Sylvia made him turn on his body cam, then pulled out her phone.

"My laptop and phone are synced. The moment the password's entered on my laptop, the camera starts recording and uploads the footage to my phone automatically."

Ever since Bridget had stolen her designs, Sylvia had scoured the internet for ways to protect herself. This was the best option she'd found.

So, when Fanny nearly stomped on her face earlier, Sylvia had deliberately given up her password-just to make Fanny turn on her laptop and get caught on

camera.

The footage wasn't long, but it was crystal clear: Sylvia, hands and feet tied, pinned at the bottom of the pool.

And Fanny? She'd threatened to kill her, right to the camera.

Sylvia shot the cop a look. "This is your idea of a joke? I could easily charge her with attempted murder."

turned an ugly shade, but instead of arguing, he walked over to Tristan, head bowed

just trying to keep the peace for both families. Please, think

irritation as he glanced at the door, where a couple of burly security

and forced

not backing

a look at

Tristan

there, pale as a ghost, flanked by two huge guards. She bit her lip to keep from crying, but tears

pinned her to the desk, her hand pressed down by the pen hovering over the signature

Rupert, silently begging-hoping maybe, for Edwin's sake, he'd help her

stood there, cold as ice, not a

he'd let slip in the stairwell? Must've been her

with trembling hands, signed her name one

and deleted the evidence. Then everyone left, not even glancing

silent and empty. Sylvia slid down from the

rushed over and hugged her. "Sylvia, please, don't scare me like that. I'm so sorry. This is all

it," Sylvia murmured, her eyes empty. She dragged herself up and curled under the blankets, but

Down by the elevators-

chest X-ray, so she

were the one who brought her in," Tristan said, staring at the elevator

she'd died, Fanny would've been in way over her head," Rupert replied, expression

matter. She's

said