Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 479

Edwin stepped right in front of them, arms outstretched. "If you want to fight, fight

me. They're my wife and daughter."

"You little brat! Where are my men? Get this fool out of here!" Tristan roared, his

face turning red with rage.

Within seconds, a dozen burly security guards stormed in and yanked Edwin

away.

"Dad! Are you really going to push us this far?" Edwin shouted, his eyes blazing.

"I'm your father! This is my house, not yours to run!" Tristan snapped back. "If you

don't admit your mistake today, people will think those two women rule the house.

Beat them!"

On his command, one of the guards grabbed a leather belt handed over by the

butler.

Sylvia's heart sank. There was no escaping this tonight.

Naomi shoved her aside. "Sylvia, go! I'll take the fall for you. But don't you dare

admit to anything-"

Before Naomi could finish, Sylvia pulled her away.

She leveled a cold stare at Tristan. "My mom's not in good health. If you beat her

to death, are you planning on spending the rest of your life in prison? I'll take the

punishment. I'm sure you won't object, Tristan?"

Tristan despised defiance more than anything, and Sylvia had challenged him one

had enough of her

"Do it!"

rose from his

suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves as he

from the stunned guard. In the golden

long and ominous,

for a heartbeat,

hair behind her ear and turned

resigned.

flickered—something broke

invisible.

belt sliced through the

her eyes, bracing for

saw Lester, who had just left with their

his hand gripping Rupert's

shot a glance at Kay, his aunt, annoyance

since when do you get the final say in Sanford

only looking out for

is my little

been wronged, I'll get to

it:

That's not

out that the future

disciplining

going to explain

or the

real weight as Reese's big

pressed her lips together,

signal his guards to step

the Garcias would never let Reese be treated

to hear it, Tristan. But today's Reese's engagement party, and I won't

blood spilled here," Lester

understood perfectly—Lester had come

soured Tristan's

he forced his face to