NovelEnglishChris immediately picked up on Sylvia's distrust and jumped in to defend Rupert.
"Sylvia, con. No matter what, he's helped you out a lot. If he wanted
something bad to happen to you, why would he take the risk? Don't just write him off like that."
Sylvia's brows knit together, her long lashes fluttering as she looked away, a touch of sadness and self-mockery
flickering across her face.
She pressed her pale lips into a thin line before letting out a soft, dry laugh.
"Alright, since you trust him so much, you can tell him who I'm looking for. But don't tell him everything, okay?
I'm not sure about Yves and Kay, and | don't want Reese to think I'm falsely accusing her aunt."
"| get it. See, now you're talking sense. Mr. Rupert could find anyone in his sleep. I'll let you know when | hear
something."
Chris sighed in relief and hurried off.
Sylvia watched him go, her gaze cold and distant. Her slender wrist tensed unconsciously, her eyes a storm of
tangled emotion.
Back in the hospital room, Naomi sat at the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
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Naomi snapped out of her daze and waved her over. "Csit down and eat something."
"What's wrong?" Sylvia asked gently, settling beside her.
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Sylvia took her hand. "Mom, we'll be hsoon. | promise."
After they ate, Sylvia stayed with Naomi for a while longer.
Just before sunset, Chris texted her.
"Found him. Sent you the address. By the way, | think he's onto something."
"Got it."
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sort of place where the cocktails cwith a side of secrets.
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Sylvia had borrowed an outfit from Eloise for the occasion: a dark brown trench coat over a silk V-neck blouse, a
dainty but obviously expensive gemstone necklace at her collarbone. Simple white wide-leg trousers, one hand
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Anyone who knew the crowd could tell she was old money, even though there
wasn't a single visible logo. Just the bag alone was worth a small fortune.
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"I'd be honored. Not every day | get to share a drink with such a beautiful lady."
He offered his arm and Sylvia slipped hers through it, smiling as they moved toward a quieter corner.
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