Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 468

Sylvia was stunned when she first saw the scarf.

After all, she'd tossed it into the trash herself.

So how did it end up in Rupert's yard?

Unless he actually went digging through the garbage truck to get it back.

But after hearing what the housekeeper said, Sylvia realized it didn't even matter

how the scarf found its way back to Rupert.

It was just trash in the end.

Rupert must have known she'd been in his yard and just tossed the scarf out without a second thought.

She got the message loud and clear.

The housekeeper stared at Sylvia. "Ms. Lloyd, is there anything else you need?"

Sylvia let go and shook her head. "No, that's all."

The housekeeper tugged the scarf out of her hands and walked away.

Watching that bright red disappear, Sylvia noticed her palm was bleeding from

how tightly she'd clenched her fist. She didn't even feel the pain.

With a bitter smile, she came back to her senses-just in time to see her mother, Naomi, instructing people to move the gift baskets.

snapped back. Sylvia rushed over to stop

you check every single

two hundred baskets! How long would that take? Besides, this is the

staff

are-when you sign your name, you're responsible. This is your first time organizing something this big

Naomi hesitated, then nodded.

right. Okay, you guys-stop for a minute.

in

Five baskets were missing items-two were short on skincare products, three were

was thousands

for families like the Garcias and Sanfords, but the responsibility would fall

sweat. "Thank goodness we checked. How

double-check everything?" Sylvia handed her

breath. "Yeah. Well, crisis

nerves still wouldn't

should have someone keep a close eye

go wrong. Come on-the kitchen just messaged me to come taste the

dragged Sylvia off

***

Tea Room.

Rupert walked in, Tristan set

with

up," Rupert replied, dropping into a

was your idea for Reese to suddenly invite Sylvia to the Garcia estate?" Tristan's tone was sharp as he

a cigarette right there in front of Tristan. Through the swirl of smoke, he said coolly, "They

confirm,