Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 441

Well, she should at least be prettier than Sylvia, right?

That’s probably a tall order.

Sylvia and Lester exchanged numbers and then stood up to leave.

Lester, ever the gentleman, said, “Would you like me to give you a ride home?”

Sylvia smiled politely. “You’re my client—it wouldn’t be right for you to drive me. I’ll just grab an Uber. Take care.”

Lester watched her walk away, a little smirk tugging at his lips. She was definitely interesting.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

“Hey, bro, how’d your blind date go?”

“Which one?” Lester chuckled, thinking of Sylvia, his smile widening.

“Bro, are you grinning right now? That means it went well, huh?”

“You’ll see for yourself tomorrow.”

“Alright, but listen—when you meet him tomorrow, be nice, okay? I don’t want you pulling any big brother intimidation tactics or playing the ‘you owe me’ card.”

Lester’s expression cooled a bit, but he didn’t want to upset his sister, so he agreed.

“Got it.”

…

The next morning, Sylvia woke up early and spent extra time getting ready. She was feeling fancy today.

After checking her bank balance last night, she realized that with Lester’s payment, she was one step closer to financial freedom.

Soon, she’d be able to hold her head high in front of the Garcia family for her daughter, Naomi.

She dug through her closet for ages before pulling out the designer suit Rupert had given her.

If nothing else, it was the most expensive thing she owned—at least she’d look the part with Lester.

As she was smudging her lipstick with her finger in front of the mirror, her phone rang. It was Lester.

“I’m outside your place.”

“Coming!”

In her rush, Sylvia forgot to wipe the lipstick off her finger. She grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs.

Lester’s assistant, Zion, was waiting by the car, ready to open the door. When he saw Sylvia approaching, his jaw nearly dropped.

The car window rolled down beside him.

“Want a closer look?” came Lester’s amused voice.

Zion snapped out of it and regained his professional composure, pulling the door open. “Sir, please.”

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