Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 15

Sylvia had barely reached her dorm building when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Whirling around, her classmate, out of breath, pointed towards the main academic building. "Sylvia, Professor White wants you to head over to the dean's office, pronto."

"Alright."

Turning on her heel, Sylvia headed towards the academic building.

Along the way, she caught multiple people looking her way, whispering and pointing with malice in their eyes. It looked like she was walking into a lion's den.

...

In the office.

The moment Sylvia stepped in, she realized she wasn't alone with Professor White. Rupert and Bridget were also there.

Locking eyes with Rupert felt like staring down a black mamba; she felt his gaze could poison her in the next second.

her breath, clinching her fists to steady

It was her so-called friend from a

once when she fainted from hypoglycemia during a part-time job; thus Sylvia had always trusted

Freya had been in cahoots with the heiress Bridget all along. Freya had always played the wolf in sheep's clothing near Sylvia. Seeing Sylvia, Freya, as usual, took her hand with

speak, Freya rushed to say, "Sylvia, you should apologize to Bridget right away. I believe you

causing Freya's usually timid eyes to

for you. If you apologize now and give the competition slot back to Ms. Simpson, Mr. Garcia and the dean will surely

had been her past life, Sylvia would have believed Freya was genuinely concerned, afraid Sylvia would get

about making her

believe me, why should I apologize? How is this apology any different from admitting to

while, and even looked

who had been bowing and scraping at Rupert, turned around with a face full of

this before. I can't believe you let jealousy drive you to such lengths, first trying to hype yourself up with Mr. Garcia online, then spreading rumors about Bridget. We cannot allow a student with such poor moral

White, who had always been supportive of Sylvia, couldn't stand it

like that,

a sobbing sound came from the couch. Bridget was nestled against Rupert's shoulder, her eyes glistening with tears,