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."

PR team reach out to the families about compensation. We've issued an apology statement, and I'll personally oversee

breath and let out a cold laugh. "Well, well. Half a

Rupert must have been planning long before

Group had taken a hit, but truth was,

was cool, almost detached. "Dad,

tensed. "Oh yeah? What about Sylvia-pulling the wool over your own family's eyes, is that

didn't answer directly. He glanced at the door. "Orson, see that Tristan gets back to his

forward, polite as ever. "Mr. Tristan,

in the hall, Tristan glanced at the red marks on his

a nervous little

his eyes, sizing her up from head to

his side and you're

"Tristan, I

you? That's sweet." Tristan's look was unreadable

in the

Naomi was setting out

emasi tatoes and

potatoes and roast s swollen cheek and

she caught sight of

froze.

this? Who had the nerve

"Tristan.” Sylvia answered quietly.

Naomi bit her lip, anxious and a little heartbroken. "Why didn't you just