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Avenging Muse's Return

Chapter 554
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Sylvia woke to pitch blackness all around her.

The air was thick with the coppery tang of blood and something salty and damp, so strong that just breathing

made her gag.

She doubled over, clutching at something nearby as she dry heaved.

When she finally steadied herself, she realized her hand was wrapped around a set of cold iron bars. Her palm

felt sticky. She pulled her hand back and shuddered-blood.

A shiver ran down her spine. Her fingers trembled as she wiped them off on her jeans, barely able to process

what was happening.

Suddenly, a dim light flicked on overhead, casting pale shadows across the small space around her.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she took in her surroundings.

She was locked in what looked like a cell, with metal bars like something out of a medieval dungeon.

Panic surged through her. She glanced at her hand again, blood smeared across her skin.

Before she could think too much, a gruff voice echoed from the darkness beyond the bars.

"Told you, there's no way out."

Yves stepped into the weak light, his shadow looming across the concrete floor.

Sylvia shrank back into the corner, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Mr. Hanson, what the hell is this? You know

this is kidnapping, right? If | don't get hsoon, my mom will call the cops."

Yves let out a low, mocking laugh. "The cops? Why would she call the cops? Right now, you're my fiancée. All |

have to do is say we went on a little trip overseas-think the police are really going to chase us across the

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Terror gripped Sylvia, making her dizzy. She pressed her head into her knees, shaking uncontrollably.

Yves seemed to enjoy her fear; his smirk widened as he straightened his suit jacket and sauntered closer to the

bars.

"Finally scared, huh? Too late for that. You shouldn't have ignored me, and you really shouldn't have messed with

Reese's wedding."

Sylvia's voice broke as she pleaded, "You... you like Ms. Sanford? Then why did you agree to marry Ms. Winslet's

daughter-me?"

Yves slowly crouched down in front of her, cracking his knuckles. "Ms Winslet says I'm not good enough for her.

But | can be her guardian. |

angel-no one gets to ruin my

goddess's life. Got it?" s

"I-1 get it, please, just don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want, | promise." Sylvia's tears streamed down her

face.

Yves sneered, eyes lingering on her shaking legs. "Relax. I'm not going to touch you. Not yet."

With that, he turned and disappeared back into the darkness.

Sylvia sobbed quietly, listening to the sound of his footsteps and trying to calculate the size of the room.

When she heard the heavy click of a lock, she finally stopped crying, but dread settled in her chest.

How big was this place? It didn't feel like any normal house.

She steadied herself against the wall and groped along until she found the lock.

Feeling a flicker of hope, she pulled a bobby pin from her hair and jammed it into the keyhole, recalling every

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With a sudden snap, a bright light blazed on overhead.

Sylvia shielded her eyes, blinking against the harsh glare. When her vision adjusted, she slowly lowered her

hand-and froze.

An operating table stood before her. Or what looked like one, only it had been modified with four heavy

restraints attached. The leather was scratched and gouged, as if someone had fought to get free. s

Every instinct screamed at her to run.

She turned the lamp away from the table, and the beam caught on a wall

plastered with photographs.

Sylvia clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror as she realized what she was seeing.