Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 10

They’d built a private park that surrounded the estate, which, on rare occasions, would open its gates for public events. Yet, there was no subway lines, bus routes, even taxis were barely spotted.

Sylvia's quickest route to a train station was a solid twenty-minute walk away.

She battled against the chilly breeze under the streetlights. She had only been walking for a few minutes when the blare of a car horn approached her. Instinctively, she stepped aside, but to her surprise, the vehicle pulled up right next to her.

"Ms. Lloyd, please get in."

A familiar face jutted out as the car window rolled down. It was Orson, Rupert's assistant.

Sylvia was stunned for a moment, her gaze flickering to the backseat where she caught sight of a hand adorned with a red-stoned ring tapping impatiently on a knee. Rupert.

She wanted nothing more to do with him, shaking her head, "No thanks. Drive safe."

Pulling her backpack closer, she continued on her way, while Orson swiftly got out from behind and blocked her path.

With a polite and decent smile, he invited softly, "Ms. Lloyd, please get in the car, it's for your own good. Mr. Garcia mentioned it wouldn't look good for you to be seen lugging your suitcase around. If you refuse, I'm afraid I'll have to insist in my way."

Sylvia clutched her backpack, gazing over the dark car window on the back seat, which was hard to discern, but she knew Rupert was watching her.

Known in Kingstoria for his ruthlessness, she had seen it in her previous life and had no illusions about the lengths he would go to enforce his will.

The cold realization sank in, and Sylvia only felt chilly all over; she was finally able to live her second chance at life and had no desire to challenge Rupert's fury once again.

With a nod, she moved towards the passenger side, only to be ushered into the backseat by Orson.

Settling in, she immediately noticed the strong scent of alcohol filling the car. Glancing over suspiciously, she saw Rupert's imposing figure reclined in the seat, his eyes half-close, his face partially hidden in shadow under the dim light, exuding danger and austerity.

Rupert lifted his eyelids, saying blandly, "Leaving already?"

His voice was devoid of emotion but weighed heavily on Sylvia’s heart. After quite a while, she finally recognized the feeling, extraordinarily similar to the piece he’d say as punishing her in the previous life with a “want to leave, huh? Not that easy” kind of tone.