Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 444

After using the restroom, Sylvia didn't go straight back to the private lounge.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she just didn't belong there. Especially with the way Tristan kept throwing her those meaningful glances, as if he was silently urging her to leave.

Instead, Sylvia headed down the hallway toward the lounge area. Pushing open the glass door, she was hit with a gust of chilly air. She shivered, hugging herself as she leaned against the railing and gazed out at the distant city lights.

Only when her nerves had finally settled did she remember her unfinished responsibilities. Sighing, she turned to head back.

But the moment she spun around, she collided headlong into a man's hard chest.

Her eyes flicked upward, meeting Rupert's cold, piercing gaze. The icy air seemed to fill her lungs, making her teeth chatter slightly.

Sylvia took a step back, forcing herself to stay calm. "Uncle Rupert. Is there something you need?"

Rupert didn't answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between them, step by step, until her back pressed against the railing and she had nowhere left

to go.

He braced his arm on either side of her, trapping her there, his dark eyes glinting with something both dangerous and amused.

His voice, when he finally spoke, was laced with mockery. "Wearing the dress I bought you, and showing up here with another man. You sure know how to play, Sylvia."

much do you want for it? I'll pay you back, cash," Sylvia shot

curled into a cold half-smile. "Pay me back?

heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she tried to push him away, but he caught her wrist and yanked her

the principal,"

out before he crushed his

where Lester had steadied her earlier. He squeezed hard, almost painfully, like he wanted to

in discomfort; it

breathe,

away from him," he ordered

face, her

about her

kind of man-dangerous, domineering unwilling to share

belonged to him.

about her, not really. If he did, she'd be sitting

spend a little time with someone who actually wants to stand by me for

icy

are you to give orders? My uncle? A one-

I'm serious. He's not what you think," Rupert warned,

his tone and couldn't help but

"Oh, and you are? At