Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 462

As the shadowy figure moved closer, the motion-sensor light above Sylvia's head suddenly blinked off.

"Ahh!" she shrieked, startled. Apparently, her scream scared the figure too-he nearly lost his footing and almost tumbled down the stairs.

Right then, the light flickered back to life.

Seeing each other's faces, both froze, hands flying to clamp over their gaping mouths in mutual shock.

"Sylvia!"

"Ms. Ward! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Sylvia clutched her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.

Ms. Ward leaned against the wall, catching her breath. "You and me both, honey! I thought I was just hearing my own footsteps echoing."

Sylvia let out a shaky laugh and linked arms with her. They started up the stairs together, listening to Ms. Ward grumble about how the elevator had to break down now of all times-never early, never late, just perfectly inconvenient.

Lost in their animated chatter, neither noticed the faint movement of the door downstairs.

Inside, a man pretending to be a resident moved with practiced brutality. Even though Rupert stood before him, the man didn't hold back-his punches landed heavy and precise.

Realizing he was outmatched, the man resorted to dirty tactics, pulling a knife for a sneak attack.

Rupert's palm was slashed, but he barely flinched. Spinning around, he caught the man in a chokehold. In seconds, the man's eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor, unconscious.

him, blood dripping from

hurried in with backup. He quickly offered

it and wiped the blood away, his voice flat and cold. "Just another mercenary with no loyalty except to a paycheck. Clean this

sir." Orson signaled to the security

man was dragged away, Orson cast Rupert a worried look. "Sir, this is the fifth incident in just over two weeks.

dangerously cold. He considered for a moment, then tossed the bloodied handkerchief into the trash. "It's

dawned on Orson's face. "Yes, sir.

as Rupert entered the apartment, Reese immediately came out to greet him. Her smile vanished when

hand-what happened? Weren't you just picking up files from the office? How did

took his hand, concern shining

hand in reassurance. “Just a scratch. Nothing to worry

get the first aid kit." Reese turned to

some sleep. I have a few things to

with her than

she called after

master bedroom. After

and her cheeks flushed

over his shoulder with a

on Reese's lips. "Okay. I'll wait for

hurried off to