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."

some playlists right now." "Find a few, will you? I

absorbed in his search

If Naomi's photos weren't in the gallery, they had

found a cloud drive, but it needed

his usual phone code. Bingo, it

as she suspected, there were several

to herself, but

needed to keep

she set the phone down, the guy spun around. Sylvia pretended to check the time on her

percent-the transfer

feigning impatience. "Why's the champagne taking

blocking her with an outstretched arm, putting on his best James Bond

promise you'll

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offered his hand with mock

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