Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 317

Fanny had barely finished her sentence before she slapped a hand over her mouth.

The cop shot her a glare, then turned with a forced smile and extended his hand to Sylvia. “Ms. Lloyd, if you have evidence, you should’ve brought it out sooner. Let me see it.”

Sylvia sidestepped his hand. “You’re not the right person to handle my case. I want someone else. If you refuse, I’ll upload the evidence online and let the whole internet be the judge.”

“You…” The cop took a couple of heavy breaths, clearly irritated, but in the end just pointed to another younger officer. “You, go.”

The young officer hurried over.

Sylvia made him turn on his body cam, then pulled out her phone.

“My laptop and phone are synced. The moment the password’s entered on my laptop, the camera starts recording and uploads the footage to my phone automatically.”

Ever since Bridget had stolen her designs, Sylvia had scoured the internet for ways to protect herself. This was the best option she’d found.

So, when Fanny nearly stomped on her face earlier, Sylvia had deliberately given up her password—just to make Fanny turn on her laptop and get caught on camera.

The footage wasn’t long, but it was crystal clear: Sylvia, hands and feet tied, pinned at the bottom of the pool.

And Fanny? She’d threatened to kill her, right to the camera.

Sylvia shot the cop a look. “This is your idea of a joke? I could easily charge her with attempted murder.”

The officer’s face turned an ugly shade, but instead of arguing, he walked over to Tristan, head bowed respectfully.

“Tristan, I’m just trying to keep the peace for both families. Please, think twice.”

Tristan’s eyes narrowed with irritation as he glanced at the door, where a couple of burly security guards stood at attention.

One of the guards strode over, grabbed Sylvia, and forced a pen into her hand.

“Sign it!” he barked.

“No! I’m not backing down!”

“Oh yeah? Take a look at this.”

With that, Tristan stepped aside.

Naomi stood there, pale as a ghost, flanked by two huge guards. She bit her lip to keep from crying, but tears still welled up in her eyes, shining with guilt.