Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 387

Sylvia.

Her again.

She let out a sharp, cold laugh, her voice low so only Rupert could hear. "If I can't

have her, then no one can. And you don't even think about it."

Right then, a motorcycle roared straight into the ballroom, sending guests scrambling and ducking behind tables and chairs.

The bike screeched to a halt right in front of Bridget. The rider stretched out a hand. “Bridget, come on! Let's get out of here!"

Without hesitating, Bridget grabbed their hand and swung onto the back of the bike. In a split second, they were gone, tearing out of the wedding and leaving chaos behind.

As they sped past, Bridget shot Sylvia a venomous look-a look that promised this wasn't over.

Up on the dais, Rupert's cool voice cut through the stunned silence.

"The bride's taken off-wedding's over. Folks, help yourselves to some food before you go."

Like this had nothing to do with him at all.

The event staff jumped into action, switching the wedding music to some mellow

the evening as

reality,

a

"Come to the lounge."

"Okay," Sylvia texted back.

around. Rupert and the Garcias were

second, Sylvia hurried toward

barely stepped inside when a glass flew right at her face.

flinch. The glass hit him in the temple. Shards skittered

silent, nobody daring to

where we are right

with a handkerchief. "If I don't show people what happens when they try to fool me,

to make a circus out of

many people are waiting to pounce? If we just

out a cigarette, surveying the room like a king in his

the signet ring on his thumb. "What, you think I went too far? Maybe.

the mention of murder, Tristan's expression

clenched on his knees, eyes narrowed at

you couldn't guess what he

thinned. Suddenly, he whipped around to stare

are friends. Did you know about this? Just

at?"

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