NovelEnglishAs the seconds ticked by, Rupert's face grew more and more grim.
In the end, he pressed his lips together, shooting a complicated look at Sylvia.
Not that she noticed-Sylvia had long since gotten used to Rupert's cold, silent routine.
He couldn't help her. He wouldn't. Not even if all it took was standing up and saying a couple of words to clear
things up.
People are complicated. So are their feelings.
But all she ever wanted was something simple.
Sylvia didn't bother holding back anymore. "Well, if that's the case, then Ms. Winslet, I'd like you to provide more
evidence to prove where your photos cfrom. Otherwise, | have every right to believe you faked them."
Kay clearly hadn't expected Sylvia to push back so hard.
With a sour look, Kay snapped, "And what proof do you have that your mother's innocent?"
"Funny you should ask. | actually do have some."
Sylvia pulled a medical report out of her desk drawer and tossed it right in front of Kay.
"The very first day my mom was attacked, | called the police. This is the full medical report they did, with the
officers present."
"It says right here my mom was beaten up in several places, and there were traces of sedatives in her blood."
"The most important part: there was no sign of any sexual activity. Which is why the cops started investigating
for assault and battery. That's not just spetty charge."
"So, Ms. Winslet, how are you going to prove that the guy in your photos and my mother were doing what you
say? And not, you know, that he was just beating her up? Unless you've got a video?"
"And even then-why would someone blackmail you with a video? Wouldn't blackmailing the Garcia family get
them a bigger payday?"
As she spoke, Sylvia slammed the police case file onto the table.
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Kay's eyes went wide. She screeched, "Impossible! That's impossible!"
Sylvia just shot her a cold smirk. "If you don't believe me, why not ask the guy in the photos yourself?"
And just then, as if on cue, the last people anyone expected walked in.
Edwin—and the so-called "pretty boy" from the photos.
Kay was so shocked she dropped the report right onto the floor.
"Speople learn from their mistakes," Sylvia said with a small smile. "You didn't really think I'd let you destroy
the evidence, did you? What you got rid of was just a décoy. | just wanted to see who'd take the bait." s
She glanced over at Rupert, who was hidden in a corner, watching her through the haze of his own thoughts.
But that didn't matter.
Rupert used her, and she used Rupert. Fair's fair.
Funny how they'd ended up on opposite sides like this.
Edwin grabbed the "pretty boy" by the shoulders and shoved him in front of Kay.
The guy, completely out of his depth, dropped to his knees and begged, "It—it wasn't me. It was Ms. Winslet!
She toldto set up Mrs. Naomi!"
"Lies! I've never even met you! Did Sylvia and Naomi pay you to say that?" Kay glared daggers at him.
The guy instantly shrank back, silenced.
That's when Edwin cut in, voice cold as ice. "Spit it out! You don't get to be intimidated by soutsider in
here!"
Kay's face flushed red, her voice low and furious. "Edwin! Are you seriously going to do this?"
Edwin didn't hesitate. "Kay, the one line you should never have crossed is messing with my wife and my
daughter."
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Sylvia gave a faint, almost amused smile. "Ms. Winslet, when did | ever agree to marry Yves?"
"Trying to play games now?" Kay sneered. "Well, too bad for you-I've invited Mrs. Hanson here. Let's show
everyone your true colors." Kay clapped her hands.
Mrs. Hanson walked in, looking exhausted and furious.
She glared at Sylvia, practically spitting the words, "You ruined my son! You're nothing but bad luck!"
Sylvia straightened her back and
replied calmly, “Mrs. Hanson, you
really shouldn't make wid C O m
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son, it's the Hanson family's own
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Sylvia took out her phone and showed Mrs. Hanson a message, just for her eyes.
Mrs. Hanson's face went ghost-pale. She stood there, completely stunned.
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