Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 135

"Warren, what brings you here?" she asked, wiping her hands as she came forward to greet him.

"I thought I'd give you a ride to the studio this morning, since you got hurt. Skip the subway hustle," Warren said, noticing her apron with a hint of hesitation. "What's all this?" Sylvia, a bit embarrassed, lifted her flour-dusted hands. "I was trying to whip up some muffins for you and Mrs. Fiona. Got caught, I see."

"Should I leave then?" Warren teased.

Sylvia laughed. "Hang on a sec. I'll be done in no time."

Warren hummed in agreement.

Sylvia quickly finished preparing breakfast and noticed Warren checking his watch. She packed everything into a newly bought lunchbox. Turning to the housekeeper, she instructed, "This one's for Mrs. Fiona. It's softer, easier on the stomach. Make sure she eats it while it's warm." "Of course."

Then, she handed Warren a lunch bag with a youthful blue checkered pattern.

"Don't mind it, Warren. All the containers are new. I planned to use them for meals at the studio."

"I don't mind. Just don't overdo it," Warren accepted the bag. "Let's go. I'll drive you to the studio."

"Okay."

Due to a small delay, Sylvia indeed couldn't catch the subway.

She climbed into Warren's car with a smile, and the two chatted and laughed all the way, oblivious to the shadowy figure entering the parking garage. "Isn't that Ms. Lloyd? How come she and Mr. Warren are..."

Rupert withdrew his gaze, giving Orson a cold look.

Orson didn't dare continue and quickly opened the car door for Rupert.

Handing over the day's documents, Orson reported, "The lady from Camellia Manor still hasn't agreed to the partnership and wants to meet with you."

"Let her pick a time. Find out her preferences and prepare a gift," Rupert said, flipping through the documents without looking up.

"Understood." Orson continued, "There's a project in Sea Town that needs negotiation. Who should we send?"

Rupert paused momentarily, his flipping halted. "I have someone in mind."

...

At the office, employees respectfully made way for Rupert.

Instead of heading to his top-floor office, Rupert went straight to another department.

Entering the office, he found Warren watering his plants.

"Uncle, what a surprise. Please, have a seat," he said, putting down the watering can with a warm smile.

"You don't seem surprised to see me."

Rupert slowly took a seat, his gaze inscrutable, leaving Warren guessing his intentions.

Warren signaled his secretary to

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a food container from the blue-and-white checkered bag.

"Uncle, I haven't had breakfast yet. You don't mind, do you?" he jiggled the container.

The pink container stood out against the black coffee table.

It looked familiar.

Naomi had bought it for Sylvia, who had complained about it for days.

Rupert barely spared it a glance. Lighting a cigarette, he exhaled slowly, his gaze remaining cookand detached through the drifting smoke.

"Go ahead."

Warren opened the container, and the aroma filled the office.

"Heh, didn't expect Sylvia to go all out. Look at this cute bear."

Worried the egg muffins might seem

too plain, Sylvia had made caviar rice alls, even adding seaweed art.

Rupert glanced at the container and flicked ash from his cigarette. "Ugly."

"I think it's quite nice."

As Warren reached for his fork, the secretary arrived with Rupert's coffee. "Ah!"