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."

motorcycle, and took off as fast as his shaking legs would carry

at Orson, who was standing by the car. Orson gave a

reached out, catching her

and instinctively pulled

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

moved. In a swift motion, he

car.

Reese together in bed, Reese wearing Rupert's shirt. She had no right to care about the soon-to-be newlyweds. She had

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

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

Sylvia shrieked, panic

but after a beat, set her down though he blocked her path in front of the car door. His voice was calm, almost indifferent:

a suggestion.

for? So Tristan can find new ways to humiliate

and decided you'd help out. Reese really

say?" Sylvia's voice

stunned. He wanted her to

wasn't one to repeat himself. He simply reached past her,

No matter how she tried to steady her breathing, she

her, his gaze

She looked up.

turned cold in an instant. "Get

Another threat.

gave a bitter, empty