Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 187

"Please," Sylvia said with a huff.

"Hmm?" Rupert's voice was low and magnetic, laced with a hint of seduction, "Don't you enjoy calling me 'uncle'? Say uncle, pretty please."

His warm breath mingled with his voice, making Sylvia blush from ear to ear.

No way!

Absolutely not!

Seeing her refuse to speak, Rupert's large hand began to wander up her waist, inching ever so slowly upward.

Sylvia's eyes widened, a flush spreading from her cheeks down her body, leaving her feeling light-headed and weak.

Eventually, she gave in.

"Uncle, please..."

Rupert's gaze flickered as he looked at her, his fingers brushing her cheek lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.

He stepped back, turning away to light a cigarette, his dark silhouette folding into an inscrutable mood.

"There are clothes in the closet."

Without giving it much thought, Sylvia opened the closet and hurried into a white dress.

But in her haste, the zipper got caught in the fabric, stuck in place. She twisted awkwardly, trying to free it.

"Let me."

Suddenly, Rupert was behind her, his masculine presence enveloping her, and she clenched her fists, trying to appear calm.

His fingers trailed down her back, inadvertently brushing against her skin as he fixed the zipper, making her swallow hard.

Once the zipper was up, Sylvia felt a weight on her neck and looked down to find a necklace.

"What's this?"

"An accessory for the dress," Rupert replied indifferently.

Sylvia examined the pendant, a beautifully carved piece of jade resting in her palm.

The color and craftsmanship were exquisite, clearly a piece of significant value.

Who gives such an expensive accessory with a dress?

Although Sylvia loved it, she didn't want to accept anything from Rupert.

"Uncle, I..." I don't want it.

"Shh."

As Sylvia attempted to remove it, Rupert caught her hand, silencing her. Outside, the noise indicated that the party was starting sooner than expected.

In the banquet hall.

Moments earlier, Bridget invited the guests to watch a birthday video she had made.

But when the large screen lit up, it accidentally displayed footage from a security camera.

In the dim, intimate lighting, two figures writhed on a couch.

The woman's seductive voice could be heard, "Mmm... promise you'll marry me once you and Eloise divorce! Ah..."

"I've been sucking up to her just for you! Once we stealthily take over her studio's key designs, she'll be left with nothing but a shell of a company..."

"Stop, be gentle."

The woman whispered.

The man grunted, "Gentle? Would that make you happy? If it weren't for the studio making money, do you think I'd have waited this long? I've wanted to marry you, my little temptress, for ages."

The woman wrapped her arms around the man, full of passion. When they shifted positions, the man's face was briefly illuminated. Eloise's husband!

The audience was shocked, their gaze turning to Eloise.

At that moment, Freya cleverly appeared beside Eloise, feigning surprise.

"Eloise, what are you doing here? I swear I saw you heading to room 6 just now."

Hearing this, everyone quickly

pieced the information together. Eloise had been there all along,

leaving only Sylvia, who was dressed identically to her, to be mistaken for her in the footage! FindNovel

Bridget covered her mouth in shock, "That was Sylvia in the surveillance footage? How could she do such a thing? And to think Eloise admired her so much!" Eloise slammed down her glass, furious, and stormed off towards the lounge, with the crowd following closely behind.