Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 478

Sylvia froze, stunned. She thought she’d played it safe, but she’d still been set up.

Naomi, sensing trouble, quickly stepped in front of her.

“It wasn’t Sylvia. She doesn’t know anything about this.”

Tristan narrowed his eyes, his voice sharp. “Then it must be you, Naomi. After all, the money ended up in your account.”

Naomi was speechless, her eyes filling with tears.

Sylvia lifted her chin, meeting Tristan’s icy gaze. His shrewd, imposing stare was utterly unforgiving, and the disgust in his eyes was unmistakable.

Tightly pressing her lips together, Sylvia shifted her gaze to Rupert, who sat calmly sipping his coffee, a cold glint in his eyes.

“Well?” Rupert said quietly, “Need me to tell you what to say?”

Sylvia sucked in a shaky breath. She tried to speak, but the bitterness rising in her throat almost choked her.

It felt like a noose—every time she tried to escape, it only pulled tighter.

Rupert wouldn’t let her go, and Tristan was just as relentless.

She stared them down, her voice steady and cold: “It wasn’t me. And it wasn’t my mom.”

“Still talking back?” Tristan snapped. He wanted to see her grovel, wanted her and Naomi out of the Garcia house for good.

With that, Tristan flung a cup of hot coffee at Sylvia. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she calmly stepped forward, grabbed some napkins, and slowly wiped herself off, her gaze locked on Tristan.

“First off, the bracelet design was custom-made. Besides you, only Uncle Rupert and Ms. Sanford knew about it before it arrived. My mom and I didn’t even know until the package showed up.”

“If it were just a couple of bracelets, maybe you could pin it on us. But we’re talking dozens—there’s no way we could’ve swapped them all in just a few days.”

“So, if you look at it logically, only you three had the opportunity.”

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