Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 278

The butler looked at Tristan, puzzled.

"Didn't we just pull back the people who were keeping an eye on her? She hasn't been scheming to get pregnant, nor is she pestering Mr. Rupert."

"Rupert is my son, and I know him. He's lying."

The butler nodded immediately, hesitating before saying, "At the Carmen Group's celebration party today, some rumors were flying around. People saw Warren and Sylvia having a bit of a tussle."

Tristan let out a derisive snort. "I disliked her the moment she first set foot in the Garcia family. I just knew she'd be trouble."

The butler bent down and whispered, "If Sylvia..."

Tristan narrowed his eyes, his voice icy. "Do as I instructed before."

"Yes, sir."

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The next day, Sylvia woke up in a haze.

How did she end up in bed?

There was no time to ponder it, as she realized she was almost late. She hurriedly got up to take a shower.

While in the shower, she felt the faint sting of a bite mark on her neck, the indentations still painfully evident.

Luckily, winter was approaching, so wearing a turtleneck wouldn't seem out of place.

But when she opened her wardrobe, she was dumbfounded.

Rupert!

He had taken all her turtlenecks and scarves!

No, he hadn't just taken them—he had hung his own scarf prominently in their place.

Sylvia, seething, got dressed and wrapped his scarf around her neck with gritted teeth.

She stormed into the studio, nearly colliding with Freya.

Freya was carrying a cardboard box, presumably clearing out her stuff as she was leaving the job.