Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 443

He was clearly trying to embarrass Sylvia, not caring about the guests around

them, not even the presence of the Sanford siblings.

Every word he spat out was like poison, aimed right at Sylvia.

Under so many watchful eyes, Sylvia felt her cheeks burn with shame.

Suddenly, a hand slipped around her waist, gently pulling her a step forward.

"Tristan, is there some kind of misunderstanding between you and my date?"

"My date?" Tristan raised an eyebrow, skepticism and a hint of contempt flickering across his face.

Typical, he thought. Barely a moment alone and she's already cozying up to someone else.

Sylvia caught the look in Tristan's eyes straight away. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Rupert's stoic face. In just those few seconds, all her strength seemed to drain away.

A chill seeped into her bones, making her ache inside and out.

She gave a cold laugh, “Lester, maybe I should just leave—if I stay, I doubt I'll be able to eat anything."

At the sound of "brother," Tristan's expression darkened even more.

"You-"

Lester, quick on the uptake, immediately noticed how Tristan was targeting Sylvia.

gently at her. "I'll go

a stop to whatever Tristan wanted

Kingstoria, but he'd never risk offending the

nodded politely. "Tristan,

the hotel, everyone fell into step with Reese's slower

blushed, a little embarrassed. "Sorry to keep everyone

sidelong at Sylvia, then turned on the charm.

grinned up at Rupert, who

trailed at the edge of the group, watching everyone laugh and chat

opportunity to sidle up and tugged at Sylvia's sleeve, whispering, "So, you and Mr.

We're just business partners," Sylvia

totally saved you. Isn't that a

just being

have a comeback! Anyway, opportunities like this

tried to hide it, nudging Sylvia a little closer to Lester.

revolved around Rupert and Reese, and the

Reese's cheeks were flushed from the warmth and

sweet, slightly spoiled tone, "Hey, bro, do you mind if I stay in

his glass down and joked, "You sure

with a laugh, "Don't worry, Mr. Sanford. Rupert's

showi

good time

are pretty much out

pouted, shooting a