Chapter 235

How she wished to skin Sylvia alive.

"Please excuse me, Master Franklin.” Lilian rushed out of the dining

room as if she was fleeing away.

"Where are you going, sweetie?" Franklin asked hoarsely, his eyes

glimmering seductively under the morning sunshine.

Sylvia looked into his eyes, her heart racing.

“I'm returning to H Rovirsa later.”

"Returning to H Rovirsa?" Franklin frowned. He had adjusted his flight

to stay in Lleilaga for her, but she was returning home.

“Right. I'll have a seminar at Vista University tomorrow." Sylvia had

promised the university's president, so she couldn't break her word.

Suddenly, Franklin approached his charming face to hers, and Sylvia

caught sight of his sexy, thin lips off guard.

They looked perfect and seductive, making her want to bite.

The thought caught Sylvia off guard, and she followed it to bite him.

While her soft, tender lips touched his, they were taken aback as if an

electric current passed through their lips.

Surprise flashed through Franklin's eyes.

The next second, a smile touched them. It was the first time Sylvia had

actively kissed him.

He didn't feel sickened. Instead, his heart was filled with joy.

He parted his lips to suck hers.

Sylvia was shocked. She immediately pushed him away, running out of

the dining room.

Behind her, Franklin burst into laughter. Sylvia was annoyed and

embarrassed.

She couldn't believe she had taken the initiative to kiss Franklin.

She had become unlike herself more and more. Clenching her fists,

she couldn't help thinking about Franklin.

Gritting her teeth, Sylvia patted her face to sober herself.

Inwardly, she reminded herself to forget Franklin's charm.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, the butler reported the matter the

previous night to Franklin.

"What did you say?" Franklin looked sullen. "What on earth happened

last night?"

The butler could hardly look into his eyes. "Miss Andrews almost roll

down the stairs. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and did two backward

flips.”

Franklin's face was dark. He failed to repress his fury.

Sylvia was good at fighting, but she almost rolled down the stairs to the

dining room. He sensed something fishy.

"Check if there's anything behind it," Franklin ordered.

"Yes, Master Franklin." The butler immediately got down to

investigation.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Lilian said with a sweet, gentle

smile, “Miss Andrews, I picked some flowers from the garden for you.

They are beautiful.”

Before Sylvia replied, she entered the bedroom and put the vase with

the flowers on the windowsill.

It was a bunch of yellow daisies, fresh and pretty.

“Thank you, Lilian.”

"Miss Andrews, since you arrived, you haven't walked in the manor yet.

I can show you around,” Lilian suggested enthusiastically.

Sylvia beamed at her, her eyes glittering with wisdom. Lilian felt guilty

under her gaze.

She wondered if Sylvia had read her mind and hoped not.

When she thought Sylvia would refuse, the latter answered indifferently,

"Sure."

The sunshine was bright in the garden.

Since Sylvia wasn't familiar with the routes, she followed Lilian. The

lanes became narrower, remoter, and bumpier gradually.

From time to time, Lilian looked back to check on her. "Miss Andrews, I

didn't expect you to adjust to the hill road so well."

"I didn't expect such bumpy roads behind Franklin's manor, either,"

Sylvia replied indifferently.

Looking at the cliff in front, she curled her lips into a mocking smile,

“You deliberately took me here. Tell me. What on earth do you want?"

Lilian's smile became dark and gloomy. "I didn't expect you to be so

smart, bitch. You are right. I didn't want to show you around the manor.”

Gazing at Sylvia in jealousy and hatred, she added, "You are just a

cheap whore. Who do you think you are?"

Looking at the strong hatred in her eyes, Sylvia held her arms across

her chest and lifted her eyebrow. "Who am I? I'm your master's beloved

woman."

"Bitch! How dare you stay by Master Franklin's side and occupy him! I

must let you vanish.” Lilian glared at her fiercely.

Sylvia snorted, gazing at her icily. "You are just a maid. Don't you think

you're too nosy?"

"Ugly slut, you don't deserve to be with Master Franklin. I'm the one

who deserves to be by his side.” Lilian became crazier. Suddenly, she

pulled out a glass bottle from nowhere, in which there was black liquid,

approaching Sylvia step by step.

“Let me guess. There must be some liquid to disfigure me in this bottle,

right? TSK. TSK. You must have spent a lot of money on such a thing."

Sylvia stood motionlessly and fearlessly. Lilian was indeed bold to harm

her.

Lilian giggled horribly and replied in complacency, "Of course, I will ruin

you. You'll never think of hitting on Master Franklin again.”

Sylvia glanced at her coldly. "Don't you think you are like a clown?"

"Shut up! You are the clown,” Lilian suddenly roared in a fury. "Why

aren't you afraid? Why don't you beg me? Kneel and beg me. Probably,

I'll let go of you."

She hated Sylvia's calmness the most. Sylvia seemed to be indifferent

and confident all the time. How arrogant!"

She made Lilian think she was born a queen.

Lilian gazed at her in hatred. The crazy desire to possess toward

Franklin drove her to go nuts.

She raised her hand and splashed the liquid in the bottle on Sylvia.

"Master Franklin is noble and handsome. He's a perfect man. You

never deserve him, ugly cunt!"

Sylvia moved aside to dodge. "You pushed me to fall downstairs

yesterday, but I didn't get even with you. You do have the balls to hurt

me again.”

The glass bottle fell to the ground and cracked.

The black liquid splashed on the weeds, which turned into ashes

immediately.

Sylvia could tell how strong the liquid was. If it had been splashed on

her face or body, the consequences would be out of imagination.

She frowned at this thought.

"Master Franklin treats you so well. He even smiled at you and ate your

leftovers. If you are dead, Master Franklin will notice me. He'll marry

me."

Lilian was still daydreaming. After the first bottle fell, she pulled out

another one.

Sylvia could tell she had lost her reason, her lips twitching helplessly.

“You lunatic, you should go to see a doctor.”

Lilian held the new glass bottle high, glaring at her darkly. "You know

what? As long as you disappear, I'll get everything."

With those words, she approached Sylvia again.

When she was three steps away, Sylvia gave her a sidekick and

knocked down the glass bottle in her hand. "Silly bitch, you should

blame yourself for having no charm to gain a man's heart. You pushed

all blame on me. You are indeed sick."

Then she kicked Lilian down, stomping on her chest. Bending over, she

pinched Lilian's chin. "I don't want to dirty my hands on scum like you."

Lying prone on the ground, Lilian didn't struggle. Suddenly, she burst

into laughter, "Ha ha ha... You fell into my trap.”

Sylvia was shocked. "What do you mean?"

"You are a martial artist. How could I win against you?" Lilian laughed

wantonly and triumphantly. “I only used the glass bottles to distract your

attention."