Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 277

With solid evidence against Hilbert surfacing, Freya and Bridget's sneaky antics suddenly made perfect sense.

Sylvia's online profile unexpectedly attracted a wave of supportive messages.

"Hey girl, heard you're besties with Freya. Looks like she stabbed you in the back! Maybe steer clear of her."

"Checked out the timeline—no way those jewels could’ve been swapped without someone on the inside helping Mr. Carmen. Watch your back."

"I've been meaning to warn you. Freya often secretly meets with Bridget. Be careful."

Reading these comments, Sylvia almost chuckled.

Rupert set down his teacup, his voice calm, "Why so cheerful?"

Sylvia quickly suppressed her smile, remembering he was still there. He was fiercely protective of Bridget and might think she was stirring up trouble.

"Uncle Rupert, if you suspect I'm framing Bridget, feel free to investigate yourself. Wouldn't want your fiancée feeling slighted."

"…"

Rupert frowned, rubbing his temples.

Sylvia ignored Rupert's expression, continuing to respond to the kind messages on her phone. Before she knew it, exhaustion took over, and she fell asleep against a pillow.

Rupert shifted slightly, glancing at Sylvia. His scarf was under her cheek, complementing her features. She wrinkled her nose and adjusted her position, falling back into a peaceful slumber.

His gaze lingered for a moment, a hint of soft light in his eyes, until the phone screen lit up. He glanced at it, his expression instantly cooling.

After carrying her to her room, Rupert hesitated at the door before leaving into the night.

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Garcia Manor.

The night cast a solemn shadow over the stately home.

Rupert entered the study, steam from a freshly brewed pot of coffee swirling around, failing to warm his icy demeanor.

Tristan Garcia didn't look up, methodically preparing the coffee.

The room was filled with the rich aroma, yet a tense silence lingered.