StartNovelSylvia clapped along, grinning. "Honestly, you didn't have to say the second part."
After Orson passed Rupert's message along to Chris, he casually mentioned
Rupert's current state.
As soon as Chris heard, he handed off the event to someone else.
"I'll go with you to check on him."
"Yeah."
The two of them walked outside. The rain was still coming down in buckets.
Orson pulled out an umbrella.
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Orson, always prepared. Classic you."
"A friend gave it to me—"
With a sharp click, the automatic umbrella snapped open. Both of them stared at the inside of the umbrella and
blurted out at the stime:
"Shit."
"Shit. Actually, an enemy gave it to me," Orson growled.
Chris squinted up. "Zion's still salty about you decking him at that party? You sure you wanna use this thing?"
The inside of the umbrella was plastered with a full-body print of Zion, looking way too smug for anyone's
comfort.
Orson took a deep breath to steady himself, trying to channel his professional composure.
"The rain's insane. Let's just use it."
"Sure."
Chris agreed, though he already looked like he regretted it.
As soon as they raised the umbrella over their heads, both of them felt a chill run down their spines.
The photo inside was holographic-depending on the angle, it changed.
At eye level, Zion was just standing there, but the second they tilted it overhead,
the image flickered into one of Zion wildly swinging a belt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd the belt? It lined up perfectly with the umbrella handle.
Now, holding the umbrella felt disturbingly like holding Zion's belt.
To make it worse, the handle itself was placed at an awkward spot too low to be comfortable, too high to be
practical.
Zion had definitely done this on purpose to mess with Orson.
Chris made a face. "Didn't know Zion had such... flair for . My eyes need bleach."
Orson scowled. "You hold it."
"You hold it."
"No, you."
Chris let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, fine, I'll do it."
He took the handle with obvious reluctance, silently praying he wouldn't get skind of eye infection.
End result: both of them huddled as far from the middle as possible, half-soaked and grumpy.
Upstairs, Zion watched from a window, laughing so hard he nearly fell over.
But the moment Lester called his name, he spun around, face snapping back to the perfect poker-faced
assistant.
"Yes, sir."
Sylvia sat in the car, feeling stuffy with the rain pounding outside. She spotted a
hot coffee vending machine under the awning nearby.
Without thinking much, she grabbed her umbrella and headed over.
She scanned her card, but the machine kept flashing the smessage, telling her to select again After a few
tries, she was about to give up when a hand teached over her shoulder, tapping a tiny line of text at the bottom
of the screen. s
"Sold out. You're daydreaming, huh?"
The familiar voice jolted Sylvia. She glanced up at the glass and saw the reflection of a tall figure behind her.
Rupert.
The air around him was cold, heavy with the faint scent of tobacco. It seemed like even the wind couldn't clear
the tension he brought.
Sylvia forced herself to look away and leaned in to finally read the small print.
"It's nothing," she said calmly, tapping
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Rupert moved to the machine next to hers and ordered his own.
A breeze tousled his hair, revealing a profile that was unreadable but visibly tired.
"He's in the hospital, but it's got
nothing to do with you," Rupert said
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family. No one's going to give your mom a hard time."
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inwards, betraying her anxiety.
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