Chapter 74
In the cozy corner of a quaint diner, Sylvia's eyes lit up as the waiter laid out an array of dishes, all her favorites.
She looked at Warren across from her, full of emotion. "I can't believe you remembered."
Warren ladled a serving of soup into her bowl, his smile gentle. "Of course, | remember. You're quite the foodie,
aren't you? Just too shy to indulge when we're at home."
As Sylvia gazed at the steaming bowl before her, a wave of sentiment washed over her. She couldn't help but
admire the man sitting across from her, so kind and considerate. Yet, she was painfully aware of the grim fate
that awaited him-a fate orchestrated by none other than Rupert.
Rupert, with his ruthless demeanor, was determined to ensure Warren's downfall, banishing him and his mother
Fiona to a distant land from which he could never return. Even Fiona's dying wish to return to her roots was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcoldly denied by him.
In her past life, Sylvia had been under Rupert's tight control, her knowledge fragmented and incomplete. It was
only by overhearing a conversation outside his study that she learned of his vendetta against Warren.
Concerned, she warned Warren, "Warren, whatever happens, try not to cross Rupert. Just look out for yourself
and Mrs. Fiona."
Warren paused, his eyes searching hers. "Sylvia, do you know something?"
She shook her head hastily, feigning ignorance. "How could | know anything? | don't understand business
matters. | just...think Uncle Rupert seems a bit intimidating. | wouldn't want you to upset him." She nervously
fabricated an excuse, worrying that Warren might becsuspicious of her.
Warren let out a soft laugh, but his smile quickly faded within three seconds. He dropped his fork immediately,
stood up, and respectfully greeted, "Uncle."
Sylvia cursed her luck under her breath. It seemed impossible to avoid him, even in a city as vast as Kingstoria.
Feeling a surge of discomfort, she reluctantly stood up, keeping her gaze low, and stared at the pair of polished
men's leather shoes in front of her before addressing him, "Uncle."
With a curt acknowledgment, Rupert left as quickly as he had arrived, allowing Sylvia to breathe a sigh of relief.
Her fear of Rupert was deep-seated, not easily forgotten.
"Sit down, Sylvia. Uncle Rupert has gone," Warren reassured her.
Just then, Sylvia's phone buzzed with messages from her roommates, sending their well-wishes and inviting her
for a meal next time.
But the happiness didn't last long. One of her roommates forwarded a video and messages:
[Sylvia, Bridget accidentally liked a post online where a fan claimed you were causing trouble for the sake of
your major. Then she quickly unliked it, but many people still took screenshots.] en Find
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm[The worst part is that she explained it away by saying she was angry when it happened.]
[Then why didn't she explain why she was angry? Why hint at something in such a veiled way?] Disheartened,
Sylvia lost her appetite.
On her way to dinner, there were many reports online about the jewelry competition. A lot of them focused on
the competition between
her and Bridget. Unexpectedly, many people began to support Sylvia.
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