NovelEnglishChris rubbed his temples. Seriously, Orson and Rupert had been around each other way too long-saying even
one extra word seemed physically painful for them.
He tried to explain, "He just wants you to do what makes you happy, Sylvia. It's not like he's trying to control you
or anything."
Sylvia arched an eyebrow, a smile curling at the corner of her lips, half amused, half not. “Well, first off, tell him
thanks. Second, maybe let him know I'd appreciate it if he stopped sending people to spy on me."
She hadn't told anyone about the training program, so if Rupert knew, it meant he had someone watching her.
That much was obvious.
Chris started to blurt out, "But that's only because="
Orson reached out and stopped him, cutting him off. "Ms. Lloyd, I'll pass along the message. But | doubt that's
the only reason you wanted to talk tonight, is it?"
Sylvia's throat felt tight. She took a sip of her coffee, stalling for a second.
"Orson, you know us better than anyone. You've watched this whole mess unfold from the start. You know how it
ends, maybe better than we do."
"So whether you're his assistant or just his friend, please-talk ssense into him. Tell him to stop before he
goes too far."
The table fell silent. The hum of the restaurant faded into the background.
Orson set down his mug, his expression serious. "Ms. Lloyd, I'm afraid | can't do that."
Sylvia stared, stunned. She couldn't understand this was the right thing for everyone, wasn't it? Why not just
agree?
"Is this really a matter of right and wrong?" Orson asked quietly. "If it were that simple, don't you think he'd
realize it? With the power he has, if he truly wanted to be free of you, don't you think he'd have done it already?"
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Orson watched her, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers twice. Two men, dressed like waiters, crossed
the room and nodded to Orson.
"Call the others off," Orson murmured.
One of the men glanced at Sylvia, uncertain.
"I'll explain to Mr. Rupert myself," Orson said.
"Understood."
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