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

the peace for both

as he glanced at the door, where a couple

Sylvia, and forced a pen into her hand. "Sign

I'm not

a

Tristan stepped

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

in an instant. The guards pinned her to the desk, her hand pressed down by the pen hovering over

at Rupert, silently begging-hoping maybe, for

there, cold as ice,

simple "yeah" he'd let slip in the

and with trembling hands, signed her name

she finished, the cop snatched her phone and deleted the evidence. Then everyone left, not even glancing

was suddenly silent and empty. Sylvia slid down from the foot of

please, don't scare me like that. I'm so sorry.

it," Sylvia murmured, her eyes empty. She dragged herself up and curled

Down by the elevators-

accompanying Fanny to get a chest X-ray, so she hadn't joined Rupert and

staring at the elevator numbers, voice casual. "I

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

She's not

already said before