Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 588

Downstairs.

Orson hadn’t expected Rupert to come down so quickly. He scrambled out of the car to meet him, only to notice Rupert still had the folder he’d taken upstairs.

“Mr. Rupert, did Ms. Lloyd refuse it? But isn’t this school the one she wanted most?”

“You know, as soon as she said she wanted to study further, you were the first to reach out and help her get this interview. It took a lot of convincing to make it happen.”

Rupert shoved the folder into Orson’s arms. “Find a way to let her know. Just don’t let her find out it was me who arranged it.”

“Mr. Rupert…”

But Rupert didn’t reply. He just got in the car and drove off.

Orson let out a long sigh before starting the engine and heading away.

……

The next day, Sylvia received another bouquet from Lester.

This time, he was definitely bolder. The flowers he’d sent before had been pretty subtle, just little hints here and there.

But today? A huge bouquet of blushing pink English roses.

The soft, pastel colors instantly brightened up the entire office.

Sylvia tidied the arrangement, snapped a quick selfie holding the flowers, and sent it to Lester.

“Dear VIP customer Mr. Sanford, your flowers have been delivered.”

“You’re prettier than the bouquet,” Lester replied.

His straightforwardness made Sylvia want to laugh.

But before she could, her coworkers’ teasing voices cut in.

“Sylvia, you can’t deny it now, can you? That’s definitely a lover’s bouquet.”

Sylvia didn’t deny it, but just as she was about to explain, someone stood up from the next desk.

Fay.

Gently stroking the roses, Sylvia shot back, “Got any proof?”

Fay blinked, frowning. “Proof of what?”

Instantly, Fay and her little fan club went pale.

Sylvia plucked a single rose from the bouquet and handed it to Fay with a smile. “Ms. Langley, maybe don’t act like you’ve never gotten flowers before. Here, have one on me.”

Fay, who’d been spoiled her whole life, had never been humiliated like this. She looked like she wanted to crush the flower right then and there—but she had too much pride for that. She just gritted her teeth, clicked away on her heels, and left.

Sylvia didn’t pay her any more attention. She sat down and got back to work.

That’s when she noticed Lester had sent a few more messages.

“Why’d you go quiet?”

“Are you busy?”