Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
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.

Who else could it be but Freya?

Freya looked up, her eyes flashing with malice the moment she saw Sylvia.

She deliberately yelled into the car, "Sylvia! There you are! They're gearing up for another round. I've

had too much to drink. Why don't you join them? They're all

colleagues. Don't be a party pooper!"

The next second, four male colleagues stepped out of the car. These men were influential within the studio, known for their prowess. Occasionally, they would make jests at the female staff - comments everyone laughed off, unwilling to provoke them.

Freya had specifically mentioned Sylvia to them, promising a meeting. Unbeknownst to her, these men had taken liberties with her during dinner and drinks. She had swallowed her anger and endured silently

Now, seeing Sylvia alone, she was determined to ensure she suffered the same fate.

The men, slightly intoxicated, leaned against the car, waving at Sylvia.

"Sylvia, wandering around so late, looks like you're free. We're heading to a bar. Come join us."

Freya pushed Sylvia forward. "Of course, Sylvia agrees. She wouldn't miss this opportunity. Hop in, guys."

Sylvia scanned her surroundings, knowing better than to confront them, especially intoxicated men.

"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.