Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 441

Well, she should at least be prettier than Sylvia, right?

That's probably a tall order.

Sylvia and Lester exchanged numbers and then stood up to leave.

Lester, ever the gentleman, said, "Would you like me to give you a ride home?”

Sylvia smiled politely. "You're my client-it wouldn't be right for you to drive me. I'l just grab an Uber. Take care."

Lester watched her walk away, a little smirk tugging at his lips. She was definitely interesting.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

"Hey, bro, how'd your blind date go?"

"Which one?" Lester chuckled, thinking of Sylvia, his smile widening.

"Bro, are you grinning right now? That means it went well, huh?"

"You'll see for yourself tomorrow."

“Alright, but listen-when you meet him tomorrow, be nice, okay? I don't want you pulling any big brother intimidation tactics or playing the 'you owe me' card."

Lester's expression cooled a bit, but he didn't want to upset his sister, so he agreed.

"Got it."

...

The next morning, Sylvia woke up early and spent extra time getting ready. She was feeling fancy today.

that with Lester's payment, she was one step closer

she'd be able to hold her head high in

ages before pulling

was the most expensive thing she owned—at

she was smudging her lipstick with her finger in

"I'm outside your place."

"Coming!"

rush, Sylvia forgot to wipe the lipstick off

was waiting by the car, ready to open the door. When he saw Sylvia

window rolled down beside

look?"

out of it and regained his professional

looked at

light

cinched just

figure. The glimpse of her bare glingslegant eaves was strikingly

dark curls danced in the wind, and her lips-touched just with red-made her

up at him, Lester

cold, sir. Maybe invite the lady into the

pulled the door open for Sylvia,

warm, easy smile. "Hop

slid into

little awkward. Was she going to

a moment, she asked, as seriously as she could, "So, how should I address you? Mr. Sanford? Sir?

off guard. He rarely

women around

business types

think. "I'm quite a bit older than you. Just

their