Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

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Chapter 303 At that moment, the client sitting across from Rupert raised his glass and burst out laughing.

"Mr. Rupert, you're too kind. I just stepped off the plane and you're already rolling out the red carpet for me!" Rupert gave a polite nod, snuffing out his cigarette, and gestured toward the drinks. "It's the least I could do. Please, help yourself." His eyes, though, were cool and detached.

Sylvia stiffened at the exchange, instantly understanding what these women were here for-drinks, maybe more. Her face went even paler. There was no way Rupert hadn't recognized her, and yet he was pretending not to see her. Worse, he was letting someone else choose first.

The client set down his whiskey, got up, and leisurely looked over the row of women lined up in front of him-finally letting his gaze rest on Sylvia.

Her breath caught. She bit down hard on her lip, hands clenching into fists, but she didn't dare let her panic show. If the client cany closer, she didn't care what big deal Rupert was negotiating- she'd lose it right there and then.

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But the man didn't pick anyone right away. Instead, he joked, "Mr. Rupert, you've got excellent taste. I can barely decide-too many beautiful choices. Maybe you should go first. I'd hate to be a rude guest." His words said one thing, but his eyes kept darting back to Rupert, trying to read every move. Businessmen always liked to keep their options open-especially in places like this.

Rupert gave a non-committal hum, lounging back against the leather couch. He traced lazy circles around the rim of his glass, looking casual but somehow dangerous at the stime.

His gaze swept over the group, then he raised his hand and pointed: "Her." Sylvia heard a stir next to her and looked up, following Rupert's finger. Her heart twisted, then plummeted into a black hole.

It wasn't her. He'd picked the woman next to her—a girl in a high ponytail and a plaid skirt that made her look like she'd just walked out of a prep school.

Sylvia didn't have tto wonder about Rupert's preferences. She just stared, dazed, until the ache in her chest reminded her she'd forgotten to breathe.

Three seconds ago, she'd actually had a sliver of hope-maybe, since they knew each other, Rupert would pick her, or at least let her leave quietly. He could do his business, and she wouldn't arouse any suspicions.

But instead, not only did he not pick her, he left her to be chosen by someone else.

And really she shouldn't have been surprised. He'd threatened her more than once, pushing her to apologize to Bridget. Why would he care about her situation now? fo The silence around her felt suffocating. She could hear the scratchy sound of her own breath in her throat.

When Rupert crooked his finger at the other woman, signaling her to cover, Sylvia's eyes dropped in despair.

Her fists were clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms. She forced herself to stay calm and think how could she slip out of here without drawing attention? Suddenly, the client stood up, interrupting, "Mr. Rupert, looks like we've got similar taste after all. Didn't expect that." Rupert's gaze flicked over the women with practiced indifference.

The girl he'd picked walked over to the client. She barely managed a "thank you" before her ankle twisted and she stumbled right into his arms.

She quickly straightened up, lowering her head. "Sorry, sir. Didn't mean to." The client stared at her for a moment, then slid an arm around her, playing up the dilemma. "Mr. Rupert, what do you say...?" Rupert just shrugged, voice flat. "If you like her, let her keep you company for a few drinks." The woman got the hint and poured him another glass, helping him settle back down.

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Sylvia was about to breathe a quiet sigh of relief when she heard a low, commanding voice right in front of her.

"You. Chere." Her back went rigid, and she instinctively tried to take a step back, but the shadow in front of her only grew larger, engulfing her completely.

It was like being swallowed by darkness-she couldn't move.

A moment later, a hand with a ruby ring clamped around her waist, its grip impossible to resist. Before she could react, she was pulled Cefully forward.

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