NovelEnglishChapter 10
They'd built a private park that surrounded the estate, which, on rare occasions, would open its gates for public
events. Yet, there was no subway lines, bus routes, even taxis were barely spotted.
Sylvia's quickest route to a train station was a solid twenty-minute walk away.
She battled against the chilly breeze under the streetlights. She had only been walking for a few minutes when
the blare of a car horn approached her. Instinctively, she stepped aside, but to her surprise, the vehicle pulled up
right next to her. "Ms. Lloyd, please get in."
A familiar face jutted out as the car window rolled down. It was Orson, Rupert's assistant.
Sylvia was stunned for a moment, her gaze flickering to the backseat where she caught sight of a hand adorned
with a red-stoned ring tapping impatiently on a knee. Rupert.
She wanted nothing more to do with him, shaking her head, "No thanks. Drive safe."
Pulling her backpack closer, she continued on her way, while Orson swiftly got out from behind and blocked her
path.
With a polite and decent smile, he invited softly, "Ms. Lloyd, please get in the car, it's for your own good. Mr.
Garcia mentioned it wouldn't look good for you to be seen lugging your suitcase around. If you refuse, I'm afraid
I'll have to insist in my way." Sylvia clutched her backpack, gazing over the dark car window on the back seat,
which was hard to discern, but she knew Rupert was watching her.
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lengths he would go to enforce his will.
The cold realization sank in, and Sylvia only felt chilly all over; she was finally able to live her second chance at
life and had no desire to challenge Rupert's fury once again.
With a nod, she moved towards the passenger side, only to be ushered into the backseat by Orson.
Settling in, she immediately noticed the strong scent of alcohol filling the car. Glancing over suspiciously, she
saw Rupert's imposing figure reclined in the seat, his eyes half-close, his face partially hidden in shadow under
the dim light, exuding danger and austerity. Rupert lifted his eyelids, saying blandly, "Leaving already?"
His voice was devoid of emotion but weighed heavily on Sylvia's heart. After quite a while, she finally recognized
the feeling, extraordinarily similar to the piece he'd say as punishing her in the previous life with a "want to
leave, huh? Not that easy" kind of tone. Suppressing her resentment, Sylvia budged away. Before she could
muster a response, her phone rang.
It was Naomi.
Sylvia wasn't eager to answer, knowing Naomi would likely chastise her for not seizing the opportunity. However,
Rupert's gaze fixed on her, his brow furrowed, leading her to answer the call without a choice.
"Sylvia! Are you trying to givea heart attack? Have | ever wronged you to make you run away like this?"
Naomi's voice broke with desperation, each word revealing her helplessness. She, too, was aware of her being
unable to protect her daughter. "Mom, I'll take care of myself."
"Just...be careful," Naomi sighed, conceding to the inevitable. "Sylvia, maybe...I should ask your stepfather to set
you up on a blind date. It's better to have a man to rely on than to be out there alone. Your stepfather sure can
find someone suitable for you." Naomi started lecturing her again.
Sylvia glanced at Rupert with her peripheral vision, unable to decipher his reaction. But she had already become
uneasy, attempting to end the call swiftly.
Naomi, on the other hand, uttered firmly, "Don't try to play dumb. I'm doing this for your own good. Let's settle it
then, you'll go meet with someone in a few days."
""Mom! I've got to go."
Sylvia hung up after that.
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