NovelEnglishChapter 73
"Don't move," he whispered low.
"What's up?" Sylvia asked, puzzled.
"There's a streamer in your hair. Letget it."
Warren's hand brushed through her hair, his fingers lingering as his gaze shifted. He leaned in slightly, catching
the scent of her hair.
Sylvia's face blushed as she felt Warren close, blocking her head with her hands.
"l...I forgot to wash my hair. Does it smell weird?"
Warren chuckled, "No, it smells great."
"Warren, you're such a joker," Sylvia said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Let's go, my car is at the side entrance."
"Okay."
Sylvia walked alongside Warren, subconsciously twirling a strand of her hair. It's her subtle gesture, something
she would do when she's feeling shy. Rupert watched the scene, his lips pressed thin, an ominous aura
surrounding him. With a click, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then slowly turned away. In the hallway, the
event organizer was being gagged and forced to kneel by Orson.
"Mmm... Mr. Garcia! | was wrong! | really was!"
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Rupert approached, exhaling a cloud of smoke, his voice cold, "Didn't | remind you before the game, fair play.
You thought this would please me?" The man nodded fervently, hoping for Rupert's mercy.
Rupert glanced at his cigarette, then pressed the glowing tip into the man's forehead. The man's eyes rolled
back in pain. Rupert stepped over him and walked away. Outside the studio, Bridget ran towards Rupert, her
glamorous gown making her look like a princess rushing to her prince, drawing everyone's attention.
Among those watching was Sylvia. She seated in Warren's car, silently watching the fairy-tale moment unfold.
Warren laughed. "Who would've thought Uncle Rupert, of all people, could be so smitten with a woman."
"Yeah, surprising," Sylvia agreed, her gaze falling to her reddened fingers, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Bridget, arm in arm with Rupert, got into the car. She had expected spraise, but Rupert started
browsing through files instead. Bridget's face fell, but she didn't dare to question him, tentatively offering him a
trophy.
"Rupert, | guess | lived up to expectations," she said with a tender smile.
Rupert, without looking up, pushed the trophy aside. "It's blocking my files." Bridget went pale, unable to recover
for a long time.
Then, she lifted her gaze, a sense of panic creeping into her eyes. Outside the car window, the reporter who had
been making things difficult for Sylvia was being beaten by a group of seemingly ordinary passersby.
But from their skills, it was clear they were no ordinary people.
The reporter screamed, "I won't do it again! I'll never take money for such tasks again!" Bridget's heart trembled
along.
All the while, Rupert didn't even
glance outside, as if everything,
happening was none of his com
With a swish, he turned a page in his file.
The sound of the paper, sharp like a blade, seemed to slice through Bridget's heart.
Fear finally took over her. Her hand trembled, and the trophy fell with a clang, shattering upon hitting something
else.
Looking down, she saw her jewelry
piece on the car [og eyashentis
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stared at the debris, dumbfounded.
Soon, the car stopped on the
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In the restroom backstage.
Freya was pale, clutching her
stomach as she slowly stood up Her
legs gave out, sending her gesting
down, Iaqdigrigtith frown mess.
She'dcreamed in disgust and horror.
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