Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Sylvia swallowed her anger with effort, her hands clenching tightly on her knees.

"Ms. Winslet, you know I wouldn't come to you empty-handed."

Kay's wine glass paused at her lips, and she shot Sylvia a razor-sharp sideways glance.

"Sylvia, you'd better watch what you say."

Sylvia met her warning eyes directly, then let her gaze drift slowly to the ring on Kay's finger.

Forget the elaborate setting-just the reverse-mounting technique was rare. And those gemstone cuts were hardly standard.

Sylvia was a jewelry designer; she noticed every piece that flashed by her eyes.

According to the gossip online, that ring was given to Kay by her father when she took over the family business. It was a symbol of her status.

She never took it off.

It wasn't the kind of thing someone could fake.

Kay, noticing Sylvia's stare, seemed to catch on and instinctively covered her hand.

Sylvia pulled out her phone, tapping a photo. She pointed at the clear handprint on Naomi's cheek and zoomed in until you could make out the unique pattern where the middle finger had pressed.

to yourself.

in Winslet Group's history. There were always eyes on

people, should've known how tough it was for women. Yet here

threat?" Kay

not a threat. It's

They locked eyes.

jaw. Suddenly,

pathetic mother, I might actually respect you a

slicking her palm where she

let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, it was me. So what? A ring-shaped bruise

video of her and her boytoy Ugh, even I couldn't keep watching. I wonder what Mr. Edwin thought when he sawit.

belongs to s

I've been in this

a few tricks."

device by her foot—a

her phone-her recording app

right do you have to hang on to the

Sylvia's heart dropped.

What do you

smirked. "You're not a kid anymore. Time to get married. Don't end

always chasing things that