Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Given the high-end yacht party, the pretty boy was now convinced Sylvia was someone important.

He let his guard down, setting his phone on the coffee table and scooting closer to her.

"You really are impressive for someone so young," he said, trying to charm her.

"You sure know how to flatter a girl," Sylvia replied, raising an eyebrow. "How about a dance?"

He grinned. "Let me pick a song for us."

He got up and walked over to the music system.

Sylvia seized the chance and grabbed his phone. She'd already memorized his unlock code earlier.

First thing, she opened his photo gallery.

Nothing special there-certainly no compromising photos of Naomi. Instead, he had tons of screenshots about high society etiquette, the kind of stuff you'd find in articles about country club manners or dinner party small talk.

But with thousands of photos, there was bound to be something he overlooked.

Sylvia quickly sent several pictures to her own Twitter account and deleted the conversation history.

While scanning through his Twitter DMs, she stumbled on some unexpected messages.

Worried about time, she called out to him, "I love a slow, romantic song. That's what's been trending at parties lately, right? You seem like the type who'd know."

acted like an expert. "Of course! I'll look up some playlists right now." "Find a few, will you? I love to dance." She hinted, buying herself more time.

absorbed in his search

photos weren't in the gallery, they had

found a cloud drive,

shot-she tried his usual phone

were downright sleazy, and, just as she suspected, there were several of Naomi. Plus, she

quickly sent them to herself, but the upload

needed to keep

phone down, the guy spun around. Sylvia pretended

transfer was almost

champagne taking so long? Can you

he swaggered over, blocking her with an outstretched arm, putting on his best James Bond impression.

promise you'll

without it.

offered his hand

the uploading

she reached for his hand, the lounge

tall figure filled the doorway, casting a dark shadow across the

wasn't even wearing a

tie was

dress shirt were undone hinting atdean

held three bottles of the wine ordered

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