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Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 531
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Although nowhere near as big as the Garcia family, the Hansons had still made a nfor themselves in the

shipping business.

But the Hansons spent most of their tabroad and didn't have any business dealings with Kay.

So if Kay looked down on her so much, why would she introduce her to a family like this?

Mrs. Hanson glanced up at Sylvia the moment she heard her voice, her sharp eyes scanning Sylvia from head to

toe at least three times over, as if she was inspecting a piece of merchandise.

After a moment, Mrs. Hanson clicked her tongue. "Pretty enough, but way too skinny. My son Yves is the only

male in four generations. Are you even capable of giving us a grandson?"

Sylvia shot a sideways glance at Yves after hearing that.

His gaze was odd-less like a man checking out a woman, more like he was sizing up a mannequin. It made her

uneasy right down to her bones, like there was shidden agenda she couldn't quite figure out.

Well, if Mrs. Hanson didn't like her, at least Kay could say she tried.

"Mom," Yves suddenly spoke up, his voice gruff and edged with annoyance.

Mrs. Hanson's hand froze around her teacup, and she glanced at Yves as if by reflex.

When Yves nodded, her whole demeanor changed instantly.

She pointed to the seat across from her. "Have a seat."

Sylvia found it strange, but she sat down anyway. After all, it was a public place, under surveillance and all that.

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As she sat, Yves looked at his mother again.

Mrs. Hanson handed her a menu with a forced smile. "Order whatever you like- don't be shy."

The sudden change left Sylvia totally baffled.

She accepted the menu politely and ordered the first thing her eyes landed on-a Caesar salad.

Mrs. Hanson frowned. "You're just having that? How are you supposed to have children if you barely eat? Once a

woman's married, her family comes first- what's the point if you don't have kids?"

Sylvia nearly choked on Mrs.

Hanson's old-fashioned rant, but she remembered she still hadn't figured out the connection between Kay and

the Hansons. She didn't have any dirt on Kay yet, and picking a fight now would only hurt her. s

She kept her tone neutral. "Honestly, | overate during the holidays. I'm not that hungry these days."

Mrs. Hanson shook her head. "Still not good. A woman's duty is—"

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He set his glass down in front of Mrs. Hanson with a loud clink. Instinctively, she

shut her mouth and reached for the pitcher to refill his water.

Sylvia blinked, taken aback. Before she could recover, Yves turned and fixed his gaze on her.

"I'm satisfied with you. Pick a date you like and we'll get married."

"Wait... What?" Sylvia stared at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe the first thing out of his mouth was about

setting a wedding date.

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She was about to protest when Yves suddenly grabbed her hand.

He wasn't just big-he was freakishly strong. The way he squeezed her hand

made her feel like a doll.

"Your bones are delicate, but your legs are gorgeous."

Sylvia shuddered, trying to yank her hand free.

Just then, a woman's voice called out from behind her.

"Sylvia? What are you doing here?"