Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Downstairs.

Orson hadn't expected Rupert to come down so quickly. He scrambled out of the car to meet him, only to notice Rupert still had the folder he'd taken upstairs.

"Mr. Rupert, did Ms. Lloyd refuse it? But isn't this school the one she wanted most?"

"You know, as soon as she said she wanted to study further, you were the first to reach out and help her get this interview. It took a lot of convincing to make it happen."

Rupert shoved the folder into Orson's arms. "Find a way to let her know. Just don't let her find out it was me who arranged it."

"Mr. Rupert..."

But Rupert didn't reply. He just got in the car and drove off.

Orson let out a long sigh before starting the engine and heading away.

The next day, Sylvia received another bouquet from Lester.

This time, he was definitely bolder. The flowers he'd sent before had been pretty subtle, just little hints here and there.

But today? A huge bouquet of blushing pink English roses.

The soft, pastel colors instantly brightened up the entire office.

Sylvia tidied the arrangement, snapped a quick selfie holding the flowers, and sent it to Lester.

VIP customer Mr. Sanford, your flowers have

prettier than the

straightforwardness made Sylvia

could, her coworkers' teasing

now, can you? That's definitely a lover's

just as she was about to explain, someone stood up from the next

Fay.

Sylvia a once-over, her eyes lingering on the flowers, and smirked, "Come on,

for you. You're always so vague-are you sure you're not getting flowers from abunch of different

translated, basically meant:

his family background. If things didn't work out between them, she didn't want anyone using the flower deliveries as

she was glad she'd kept quiet. Fay's comment immediately

of wealthy clients, but you can't let that go to your head," one of the kinder

with Fay,

don't hold back when it comes

you end up getting your hair pulled and

come running to

a little snort,

are their equals-real family money proper background. The wives are too classy toget their

"equals,” as if

she hadn't mentioned Lester's name. Who knew what kind of stories they'd be spinning by

she wasn't about to let Fay keep pushing