Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 478

Sylvia froze, stunned. She thought she'd played it safe, but she'd still been set up.

Naomi, sensing trouble, quickly stepped in front of her.

"It wasn't Sylvia. She doesn't know anything about this."

Tristan narrowed his eyes, his voice sharp. "Then it must be you, Naomi. After all, the money ended up in your account."

Naomi was speechless, her eyes filling with tears.

Sylvia lifted her chin, meeting Tristan's icy gaze. His shrewd, imposing stare was utterly unforgiving, and the disgust in his eyes was unmistakable.

Tightly pressing her lips together, Sylvia shifted her gaze to Rupert, who sat calmly sipping his coffee, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Well?" Rupert said quietly, "Need me to tell you what to say?"

Sylvia sucked in a shaky breath. She tried to speak, but the bitterness rising in her throat almost choked her.

It felt like a noose-every time she tried to escape, it only pulled tighter.

let her go, and Tristan was just

down, her voice steady and cold: "It wasn't me. And it wasn't my

see her grovel, wanted her and Naomi out of

that, Tristan flung a cup of hot coffee at Sylvia. She didn't flinch. Instead, she calmly stepped forward, grabbed some napkins, and slowly wiped herself off,

about it before it

were just a couple of bracelets, maybe you could pin it on us. But we're talking dozens—there's

it logically,

expecting Sylvia to fight back. But so what? Sylvia was naïve if she thought logic or evidence mattered here. Even if the police showed

Someone, go pack up Naomi's things and toss them out. We don't harbor thieves in

eyes on Sylvia

didn't break. She didn't step forward

Tristan's goal was the same: either pin it on Sylvia, or

Either outcome worked

by. Sylvia stayed silent. Even Naomi, through her tears, stood firm

clicked her tongue. "Well, I always thought the Garcias were strict about family honor.

Edwin

sorry for them, Edwin? Maybe you'd like to pay back the money yourself?" Kay raised

didn't bite. “Naomi wouldn't do this. If she goes, I'm leaving too. I'll get to the

I'm the bad guy now, just for asking