Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Although nowhere near as big as the Garcia family, the Hansons had still made a name for themselves in the shipping business.

But the Hansons spent most of their time abroad and didn't have any business dealings with Kay.

So if Kay looked down on her so much, why would she introduce her to a family like this?

Mrs. Hanson glanced up at Sylvia the moment she heard her voice, her sharp eyes scanning Sylvia from head to toe at least three times over, as if she was inspecting a piece of merchandise.

After a moment, Mrs. Hanson clicked her tongue. "Pretty enough, but way too skinny. My son Yves is the only male in four generations. Are you even capable of giving us a grandson?"

Sylvia shot a sideways glance at Yves after hearing that.

His gaze was odd-less like a man checking out a woman, more like he was sizing up a mannequin. It made her uneasy right down to her bones, like there was some hidden agenda she couldn't quite figure out.

Well, if Mrs. Hanson didn't like her, at least Kay could say she tried.

"Mom," Yves suddenly spoke up, his voice gruff and edged with annoyance.

Mrs. Hanson's hand froze around her teacup, and she glanced at Yves as if by reflex.

When Yves nodded, her whole demeanor changed instantly.

She pointed to the seat across from her. "Have a seat."

After all, it was a public place, under surveillance and

sat, Yves looked at his

her a menu with a forced smile. "Order whatever you like- don't be

left Sylvia

the

you barely eat? Once a woman's married, her family comes first- what's the point if you don't have

nearly choked on

out the connection between Kay and the Hansons. She didn't have any

neutral. "Honestly, I overate during the holidays. I'm not that hungry these

Hanson shook her head. "Still not good. A woman's

like Mrs.

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to recite a list of outdated housewife rules, But before she could finish Yves Guther off.

glass down in front of Mrs. Hanson with a loud

for the pitcher

blinked, taken aback. Before she could recover, Yves

a date you like and we'll get

Sylvia stared at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe the first thing out of

her and took a