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."

issued an apology statement, and I'll personally oversee the mine's restructuring. Public

an icy stare. Tristan sucked in a breath and let out a cold laugh. "Well, well.

must have been planning long before he came

but truth was,

was cool, almost detached.

the wool over your own family's eyes, is that just

glanced at the door. "Orson, see that Tristan gets back

door and stepped forward, polite as ever. "Mr.

at the red

and managed a nervous little smile. "Have

sizing her up from head to

years by his side and you're still

shiny with tears. "Tristan, I care about

you? That's sweet." Tristan's look was unreadable as he swept over

in the hospital

Naomi was setting out

emasi tatoes and

potatoes and roast s swollen

she caught sight of

froze.

Who had the nerve to hit

"Tristan.” Sylvia answered quietly.

anxious and a little heartbroken. "Why didn't