Chapter 71
She might not have been aiming for a photo op with Rupert from the get-go, but snagging a pic beside him was a
surefire way to send the inteinto a frenzy - and catch a sprinkle of stardom for herself. After all, if people
were not out for themselves, they were left behind. Christine was playing the gright.
Sylvia stepped aside, flashing Christine a smile, "Go ahead. Your dress today is a splash of midnight, you'll look
stunning next to Mr. Garcia in photos."
She even served her a perfect excuse on a silver platter.
Christine, caught off guard, mumbled a thanks and made her way to Rupert's other side. Sylvia, meanwhile,
positioned herself at the far end.
As everyone arranged themselves for the photo, Rupert raised his hand to block the camera. He declared in a
firm tone, "The contestants should be at the center."
Without missing a beat, he casually brushed off Bridget's hand and moved to the very edge, right next to Sylvia.
Instinctively, Sylvia tried to step away, only to feel a hand creep onto her back. The warmth of the palm through
the thin fabric heated her skin, sending her into a panic.
She tried to gently pull his hand away, but he caught her hand, pressing it against her lower back. The thumb
with the ruby ring softly caressed her arm, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't break free. Had he lost
his mind? There were numerous people here!
Rupert lowered his gaze, his breath hot on Sylvia's head, whispering in a volonly she could hear, "Move
again, and I'll spin you around."
Sylvia looked up at him, only for the photographers to choose that moment to snap away. It wasn't until Bridget
eagerly approached that Rupert finally released Sylvia.
Bridget, with a subtle nudge to send Sylvia away, looped her arm in Rupert's, signaling the photographers to
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Sylvia steadied herself, turning to leave. But the reporters had other plans, convincing the organizers to keep the
three contestants back for an interview.
The initial questions were standard, mostly promotional inquiries from the organizers. But then, the tone shifted
tically. Especially when the subject of Sylvia and Bridget's rivalry cup - the highlight of the
competition that the
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réporters couldn't resist diving into.
"Ms. Lloyd, losing to Ms. Simpson in the face-off, any thoughts?"
Bridget, standing nearby, quickly responded, "Though | won the contest, Sylvia's academic performance at
school has always been superior to mine. I'm sure she'll bounce back stronger next time." The reporters
exchanged looks, catching on to Bridget's insinuation.
How could someone who lost the contest have higher academic scores? Unless the rumors about Sylvia having a
special relationship with the faculty were true.
Sylvia, mimicking Bridget's tone,
turned to look at her and retorted, "Well, even though your academic
scores are low, it wouldn't matter as long as winning the contest. I'm sure Ms. Simpson put in her utmost
effort for this."
A taste of her own medicine. Turnabout was fair play.
Sylvia hadn't been spared Bridget's sneers in her past life, mastering the art of retort was only fair.
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