Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 490

Rupert glanced down at the guy sprawled on the floor with a bored look. "Moving

in and out again? Looks like you had a tough time with that."

Orson stepped forward, handing over a few photos.

The pictures showed the man struggling to carry a seemingly empty cardboard box.

The bottom of the box was way thicker than the others stacked up with apples in the background-clearly, someone had rigged it.

Tristan opened his mouth to protest, but Orson flipped to the next photo.

This one was from a security camera-there was the same man, trying to pawn off a bunch of skincare products. He didn't even bother peeling off the tacky "congrats" stickers from the bottles.

Rupert's eyes narrowed, his voice flat and cold. "And just to mention, he stole five genuine silver bracelets and pawned them to pay off his debts."

Smack!

Tristan slammed his hand on the table. "Rupert!"

Rupert straightened his suit, standing up. "How you want to handle this, Dad, is up to you. After all, you're the head of the house."

"I'm leaving."

With that, he strode out of the dining room.

Tristan's eyes flared with rage. "You! You've known all along, haven't you? And you waited until now to say something-what, you wanted to watch the fireworks?"

didn't answer. He

furious, his chest heaved. The butler hurried

didn't know this guy

at the man on the floor, then gripped the butler's arm. "Take

"Yes, sir."

looked to the security guards

no time, the

Sylvia. Do you still want to

romance. Sure, have fun, but the woman you marry should be an asset. When he was with Bridget, I turned a blind eye because there were no

thought Reese, with her background and status,

completely lost

made

He

off the table, sending

crashing

butler rushed to hand him a towel, bowing slightly. "What should we do

sir?"

exhaled sharply, wiping his

His voicet was icy. "Bring Naomi back

her

won't be

"Yes, sir."

run."

At the villa.

when a deep male voice

you send away the housekeeper I