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.

Mr. Sanford, your flowers

the

straightforwardness made Sylvia

her

can't deny it now, can you? That's

she was about to explain, someone stood up from

Fay.

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

looking out for you. You're always so vague-are you sure you're not getting flowers

basically meant:

had always been discreet about Lester because of his family background. If things didn't work

quiet. Fay's comment immediately made

a lot of wealthy clients, but you can't let that go

to side with Fay,

hold back when it comes

end up getting your hair pulled and your

don't come

gave a little snort, pretending

The wives are too classy toget their hands dirty. But if they really want

special emphasis on "equals,” as if she

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

let Fay