Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 368

Rupert turned his head to the side, but he still wouldn't let go of Sylvia's hand.

Sylvia yanked at his grip, her frustration boiling over, but it was like trying to shake off a pair of handcuffs he wouldn't budge.

His face was pale, but the alcohol had painted a weird flush across his cheeks.

Sylvia tried to breathe steady, desperate to look calm, but the redness in her eyes and the tremble in her shoulders gave her away.

She clenched her fists. "You all look down on me! Over and over, you throw your titles and your power in my face! How far do I have to fall before you finally leave me alone?"

"I'll take care of it."

His voice was as cold and arrogant as ever, always carrying that sense he was running the whole show.

"Take care of it? Your solution is to corner me until I give in! To make me the stepping stone for your fiancée! To let me be humiliated at the hands of the Garcia family! What have you ever fixed?" Her voice cracked with bitterness.

Sylvia tilted her chin to meet Rupert's eyes, her gaze glimmering with unshed tears. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, but the look in her eyes was pure despair.

"Uncle Rupert, if having a crush on you, admiring you, was a mistake, then I admit it. I'll change. You saved my life once-I can't argue that. But please, just let me go."

She stood in the wind, hair swirling around her face—a girl so vibrant, but right now, she looked like she might shatter at any second.

The light in her eyes was gone. He wasn't even there for her anymore.

She'd said all she needed to. Sylvia turned to leave.

his grip only tightened, yanking

usually calm, distant eyes were stormy now, like he

I say

from me?" Sylvia's

get to decide

"You asshole!"

tried to slap him again, but he caught her hand and, in one swift motion, pulled her right into

she struggled, he wouldn't let

hand down her back, his voice deep and quiet. "If you don't

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had fooled him

in Chris's jacket. Orson had let his guard

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