Chapter 77
Passing by? Rupert, a man who barely had tto breathe between meetings, just happened to be passing by?
Yeah, right. Clearly, he's here for Bridget.
Bridget's casual mention of their shared route was no accident. She wanted everyone to know just how close she
and Rupert were - a subtle demand for respect from the crowd. And it worked like a charm.
"Rupert and Bridget are the picture of love," someone cooed.
"Absolutely, a match made in heaven. They're the envy of us all."
Just then, Sylvia entered, pushing the door open with a grace that immediately caught everyone's attention. The
room, filled with alumni who had since becstars in their own right, couldn't help but stare. Their gazes
lingered on her from head to toe - sdiscreet, while others blatantly ogled.
Sylvia, aware of the unwritten rules of this inner circle, nodded politely and made a beeline for the principal.
"Principal."
The principal, with a welcoming smile, gestured to the gathering. "Now that we're all here, let's take our seats.
Mr. Rupert Garcia, this way, please."
As Rupert moved past Sylvia, an icy draft seemed to follow him, making her involuntarily clench her fists.
Bridget, Rupert's fiancée, naturally took her place by his side, second only to the principal in terms of status. She
then took it upon herself to direct Sylvia to a seat among the guests.
"Sylvia, these gentlemen are distinguished alumni of our school. Sitting with them will be a great opportunity for
you to learn."
Sylvia wanted to refuse but found herself pulled into a seat by one of the men.
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"Don't be shy, my dear. We'll take good care of you," he said, his tone a mix of condescension and sleaze.
The idea of being called "dear" by men who had graduated decades
before her was more than a little uncomfortable. Before she knew she was surrounded, with no chance of
changing seats. Trying to
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maintain her composure under their greasy gazes, Sylvia sat
up
straighter.
At the head of the table, Bridget sipped her coffee, smiling at Sylvia - seemingly harmless, but with eyes as
venomous as a spider's, trapping Sylvia in an uncomfortable web Sitting there, Sylvia braced herself for what
was to come.
The dinner inevitably turned towards drinking. The principal raised a toast to Rupert, kicking off the drinking
culture typical of such gatherings.
When it was Bridget's turn, she glanced at Rupert and said apologetically, "Rupert prefers | don't drink. The rest
of you can drink with Sylvia. She doesn't have anyone to watch over her like | do."
Her words were a clear signal to the others that Sylvia was fair game. Everyone glanced at Rupert, his aura
unapproachable, and then quickly turned their attention to Sylvia.
Sylvia could handle beer, but spirits were a different story; just the smell was enough to turn her stomach.
She was about to decline when a glass filled to the brim with clear liquid was thrust in front of her.
"You wouldn't want to disappoint us, would you?" one of the men pressed.
"Sylvia, it's okay. We're all part of the
scommunity. It's good to get to
know each other," hoy saichsoftly,
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she was sending. Bullets weren't
hitting her, so she couldn't feel the
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The principal, already tipsy after
several rounds, was out of the
equation. The others, upon catching Sylvia's desperate look, quickly. turned away, clearly unwilling to
intervene against the influential trio
pressuring her to drink.
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Sylvia knew he was waiting for her to ask for his help...