Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 357

"No, just looked like you had something to get off your chest." Rupert took his

time, casually flicking ash from his cigarette.

Tristan's frown deepened as he fixed a steady gaze on Rupert.

He desperately wanted to read his son's mind, but the more he looked, the more it felt like trying to peer through a cloud of smoke.

But since they'd come this far, there was no use pretending anymore.

"Uncle Charles and Uncle Steven really dropped the ball on this one. Find some excuse and get those folks out. And as for Sylvia-make sure she keeps her mouth shut. Last thing we need is the Garcia Group's reputation getting dragged through the mud."

Rupert flicked the glowing tip of his cigarette with a smirk. "Is it really Sylvia hurting the Garcia Group's reputation, or is it someone else?"

Tristan clicked his tongue. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Rupert didn't bother to answer. He simply tapped his phone, playing a recording- Sylvia's voice echoing in the room.

The longer Tristan listened, the darker his expression grew.

Rupert sounded almost bored. "Why would those two keep tabs on Sylvia? She's never done a thing to them."

A chill ran down Tristan's spine. He suddenly realized Rupert knew a heck of a lot more than he let on.

"That's enough!" Tristan snapped, hands behind his back. "If you're dead set against letting them go, fine. But the mine accident going public has already hit the Garcia Group hard."

lawyers and PR team reach out to the families about compensation. We've issued an apology statement, and I'll personally oversee the mine's restructuring. Public opinion isn't

let out a cold laugh. "Well, well. Half a cup of poison, whole cup of antidote. Didn't know you had it in

so fast, Rupert must have been

hit, but

cool, almost detached. "Dad,

about Sylvia-pulling the wool over your own family's eyes,

overthinking it." Rupert didn't answer directly. He glanced at the door. "Orson,

polite as

hall, Tristan glanced at the red

gaze and managed a nervous little smile. "Have a good

his eyes, sizing her up from head to

years by his side

eyes shiny with tears. "Tristan, I care about Mr. Rupert. I really

look was unreadable as he swept over

the hospital

Naomi was setting out

emasi tatoes and

potatoes and roast s swollen

she caught sight of

froze.

did this? Who had the nerve to

"Tristan.” Sylvia answered quietly.

and a little heartbroken. "Why didn't you just get out of the