Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 352

Maybe it was just that Sylvia’s words sounded too naïve for them to take seriously.

Steven didn’t care about the dust on the ground—he planted his shiny leather shoe right next to her.

“Sylvia, you’re Edwin Garcia’s stepdaughter on paper. No one’s gonna bat an eye if you come check out the Garcia family’s mine. If there’s a cave-in? Bad luck for you, sweetheart. Who do you think we’re supposed to answer to?”

“Edwin? Please. The guy’s nothing. Even if we got rid of him too, his precious Tristan wouldn’t dare say a word.”

“And those miners? You really think a bunch of broke townsfolk are gonna stir up trouble? I tried to settle things the nice way, but they refused to sign off and admit they were at fault. Now they wanna mess with the Garcias? They’ll be next—ten grand, tops. Not even worth my time.”

Charles, who’d been quiet until now, interrupted with a frown. “Why are you wasting breath on her? Get it done.”

Right then, Sylvia realized—Charles was the real shark here, not Steven.

She looked up and met his cold eyes as he narrowed them at her.

“Hold up. Knock her out before you throw her in there.”

Sylvia’s heart skipped a beat. Her hands, tied behind her back, clenched instinctively.

These old bastards were pros.

They weren’t taking any chances—afraid she might fight back, or somehow survive.

Her body ached as she struggled, but the bodyguard was huge and easily overpowered her, tossing her like a sack of potatoes into the mineshaft.

Before she could even process what was happening, darkness swallowed her and she hit the ground, everything going black.

Outside, one of the henchmen checked his watch. “We need to clear out. This place’ll collapse again any minute.”

Charles and Steven shared a smile, then disappeared into the night.

…

Maybe fate wasn’t done with her yet. A falling pebble smacked Sylvia awake.

She raised her hand to shield her face from the trickle of dirt, coughing as she blinked into the darkness.

Behind her, a massive boulder was held in place by nothing but a single wooden beam. Beyond that, a mountain’s worth of rubble loomed, ready to come crashing down.

The air was thick, suffocating. Panic chilled her veins as she tried desperately to get up.

She could barely budge. A look down revealed that, while she’d been unconscious, enough dirt had poured in to bury her legs.

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