Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 500

Sylvia's breath hitched, her heart tight as if someone had seized it in a fist and slammed it down onto a frozen lake.

"For who? What am I supposed to apologize for?" she snapped back, her voice sharp.

Rupert said nothing, his face as cold and hard as a Chicago winter.

His grip on her arm tightened, digging in as if he wanted to snap it.

He leaned in, voice low so only the two of them could hear, every word deliberate: "Sylvia, you're the first person to ever lie to me twice."

She scoffed. "Learned from the best. Why on earth do you think I'd ever be the side chick to a guy who lies to me and tries to blackmail me?"

"So it was all fake?" Rupert's eyes were glacial, locked on hers.

Yes.

Sylvia opened her mouth, but the word stuck in her throat.

She dropped her gaze to his hand, his fingers still clamped on her wrist. "Uncle Rupert, Mrs. Sanford is watching you," she said quietly.

Rupert glanced over at Reese and let go of her at once, stepping back.

See? Sylvia thought. The truth, the lies-it didn't even matter. He'd already made his choice.

As he put distance between them, Sylvia let her arm fall limply to her side.

All that was left on her face was a bold slash of red lipstick-her eyes were drained of hope.

Almost at the same moment, the butler appeared with a couple of staff to escort Sylvia out.

Strangely, Sylvia felt relieved.

finally done what she came

taken those. And she'd told her ex post

would never

when to

have to publicly deny any connection

on, Tristan could never treat her like

in her eyes fading with

brushed past Rupert,

walked out without a backward

snorted. "Let her go! Let's all sit down

an instant, everyone's faces snapped into bright, cheerful smiles, as if nothing had

dining room lights seemed

trying to soothe him. “Mr. Rupert, come on, let's sit

comfortable staying anywaJone

reached for his arm.

Rupert instinctively pulled away.

Reese's heart skipped.

say anything, Edwin's

Ms. Lloyd just

how to drive,"

dropped his wine glass with a

the mess, just shouted,

shot Chris a dark look, and Chris looked away, guilt written all over his

next second, a deafening crash sounded

Everyone shot to their

Rupert, who stood frozen,

shattering, waves of him