Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 464

Sylvia had never seen anything like this before. Her first instinct was to step back, but she was already pressed up against the brick wall at the edge of the sidewalk.

No way out.

She watched in horror as the motorcycle swerved straight at her. With nowhere else to go, she threw up her arms to shield her head.

A split second later, she heard the crashing, scraping sound of the bike hitting the ground and tumbling away.

Heart pounding, she lowered her arms-and saw that the motorcycle, along with its rider, had crashed straight into the flowerbed.

And the car that had knocked him in there? That was Rupert's.

Rupert stepped out of his luxury car, long legs unfolding, his black wool coat cutting a sharp silhouette as he moved.

He strode over in a few quick steps, grabbed the biker by his jacket collar, and hauled him up.

The biker gave a pitiful whimper and started begging, “Mr. Rupert, I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean it! My brakes gave out, that's the only reason I lost control and nearly hit this lady. I'm just a regular guy, please, just let me go."

Rupert's eyes flicked to the cross hanging around the man's neck. Regular guy, huh?

His gaze was cold as steel, lips curled in a faint, mocking smile. "Watch yourself. Next time, you might not be so lucky."

Terror flickered across the man's face. He nodded so hard his head nearly fell off. "Yes, sir. Yes."

Rupert noticed Sylvia watching him and let go of the man's jacket. "Get lost."

scrambled to his feet, picked up his battered motorcycle, and took off

the man left, Rupert glanced at Orson, who was standing by the car. Orson gave

reached

hand landed right on her injury. She gasped and instinctively pulled away. "You're hurt?" Rupert's voice was low, edged

her arm back. "No, I'm fine." Her tone was distant, guarded. "Thanks, Uncle

could take a step, Rupert moved. In a swift motion, he grabbed her waist and lifted her off the ground, carrying

car.

together in bed, Reese wearing

she had to ignore Rupert's possessive attitude, remind herself that what happened between them was over. People

it—couldn't pretend, couldn't detach, not the way Rupert seemed to, like none

down!" Sylvia shrieked, panic

though he blocked her path in front of the car door. His voice was calm, almost

wasn't a suggestion. It was an

ways to humiliate me?" Sylvia's

Your mom's swamped, so Reese and decided you'd help out. Reese really

say?" Sylvia's voice was

stunned. He wanted her to help prepare the engagement party for

repeat himself. He simply reached past her, opened the car door. "Get

how she tried to steady her breathing, she felt like she

his gaze

She looked up.

an instant.

Another threat.

a bitter, empty