Kay felt like she'd just been slapped in public—the humiliation burned, and she had to grit her teeth to keep her regal composure.

As she turned to leave, Sylvia lifted her pale eyes to Rupert. There was nothing but emptiness and silence in her gaze.

“Mr. Rupert, don't forget,” she said quietly, “from this moment on, I have nothing to do with the Garcia family."

"If you're in charge now, Mr. Rupert, then let's seal it with a handshake."

Her voice trembled as she raised her hand.

Rupert's eyes widened for a split second, then became as still as a frozen lake.

He didn't hesitate. He lifted his hand.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Three times.

But after the last one, neither of them let go immediately. The chill between their palms felt like a snowstorm.

Sylvia closed her eyes, her body swaying like a crimson maple leaf in a winter wind, about to fall.

his fingers, but with everyone watching, he turned away

in a

stood, shrouded in the blackness of night,

blood dripping from his fingers onto the floor that she realized the handle of the riding crop had cut into his


your hand-are you

around, and tossed the crop at Tristan's

lashes—let me.

Everyone stared in shock.

At the hospital.

to find Sylvia lying facedown on the bed, getting

doctor, he saw only a patient-no matter the gender. He quickly snapped on disposable gloves and

of the welts across Sylvia's pale back, Chris

so fair, the angry red marks looked even worse. He

did this?”

Sylvia gripped her

way. He-" Chris cut

Chris. The other doctors already checked-just surface wounds. Ms. Lloyd's


in to examine. The nurse pointed to the lowest welt and whispered "Look bere, this should've been the worst spot, but it's

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