Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 140

Warren quickly countered, "Sylvia, stop it. Uncle has his reasons for everything he does. I won't be around, so please take care of yourself."

Sylvia had hit the nail on the head. She clenched her phone, a wave of anger rising within her.

For Bridget’s sake, Rupert was willing to eliminate anyone who helped her!

Warren, with his frequent business trips, had found himself gradually pushed out of the power circle of the Garcia Group. The once-esteemed heir had been exiled.

Rupert truly was a heartless man.

Standing against the biting wind, Sylvia bowed her head. "Warren, I'm sorry. This is my fault."

"Don't be silly. Stop overthinking. Maybe he is just tied up with the big deal he's negotiating with Bailey from Camellia Manor. That's probably why he sent me away."

Warren was still finding excuses for Rupert. But Sylvia caught on to something familiar.

"Bailey?"

Warren hesitated, "Yes, do you know Bailey?"

"Our studio is designing jewelry for Bailey."

"Bailey can be quite demanding. I was supposed to handle the negotiation, but for some reason, Grandpa handed it over to Uncle. It looks like Grandpa really values this partnership. Be careful when dealing with Bailey."

Taking Warren's advice to heart, Sylvia felt a warmth in her chest. "Okay."

"Can't talk any longer, my ride’s waiting. I have to go."

Warren hung up in a hurry.

Sylvia felt a pang of injustice on his behalf.

Colleagues had mentioned that Bailey, though a woman, was a formidable figure who seldom agreed to collaborations unless they were significant projects.

If Warren had managed to secure the deal, perhaps his fate would have been different. Unfortunately, Rupert had snatched the opportunity away.

Lost in thought, a car suddenly pulled up in front of her.

The door swung open, and a figure stumbled out, clothes disheveled, reeking of alcohol.

"Sylvia, let's go," one of the men reached out to grab her.

Sylvia dodged and gestured behind them. "Professor! Over here!"

The group instinctively turned to look, and Sylvia seized the moment to run.

Feeling duped and fueled by alcohol, the men immediately gave chase.

Sylvia had no choice but to dart into a nearby alley.

The alley led to a maze of residential areas, night markets, and small hostels - paths Sylvia knew better than they did. She was sure she could lose them.

But Freya was determined, guiding them in pursuit.

Just as they were about to catch up to Sylvia, a hand reached out from the shadowy alley and pulled her in.

Before she could get a good look at her rescuer, she heard the rustling of the wind and the muffled thud of punches landing on flesh, the sounds echoing ominously in the darkness.