Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

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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. Letsee 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 intebe 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 intefor 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.

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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.

Sylvia's resistance collapsed in an instant. The guards pinned her to the desk, her hand pressed down by the pen hovering over the signature line.

She looked up at Rupert, silently begging-hoping maybe, for Edwin's sake, he'd help her mom.

But Rupert just stood there, cold as ice, not a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

That simple "yeah" he'd let slip in the stairwell? Must've been her imagination.

Defeated, Sylvia closed her eyes, and with trembling hands, signed her none letter at a time.

As soon as she finished, the cop snatched her phone and deleted the evidence. Then everyone left, not even glancing back.

The hospital room was suddenly silent and empty. Sylvia slid down from the foot of the bed, crumpling to the floor.

Naomi rushed over and hugged her. "Sylvia, please, don't scarelike that. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." "Forget it," Sylvia murmured, her eyes empty. She dragged herself up and curled under the blankets, but she couldn't stop shaking.

Down by the elevators- Bridget was accompanying Fanny to get a chest X-ray, so she hadn't joined Rupert and the others.

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"I heard you were the one who brought her in," Tristan said, staring at the elevator numbers, voice casual. "| thought you'd try to help her." "If she'd died, Fanny would've been in way over her head," Rupert replied, expression blank.

"Doesn't matter. She's not important.

Fanny already said before she left the mine situation will be handled, and anyone causing trouble will be shut up." Tristan shrugged. O "Elevator's here." "Let's go." Tristan stepped in.

Once the elevator doors shut, Rupert wandered over to the window and pulled out a cigarette-only to realize he'd forgotten his lighter.

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Chris appeared, flicking his lighter for him. "Theard the whole the content is om novelenglish.net! You're really not going to het Aren't you afraid she'll be pissed?"

Rupert took a long drag, smoke curling around his stole face. Hish voice was low and rough, "She never listens unless she hits a dead end. All that rebellion she has-she takes it out on me."

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