Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 29

Sylvia found herself reluctantly following Rupert to Bridget's apartment.

As they stepped out of the elevator, the sight that greeted them was sporadic drops of blood on the floor and red spray paint splattered across the door. The scene was downright horrifying.

Before Sylvia could even process the situation, Rupert had already stormed into the apartment, accompanied by the sounds of a man's screams and Bridget's sobs. "Rupert! I'm so scared! I..."

Bridget's cries snapped Sylvia back to reality, and she hurried into the apartment.

Lying on the floor was a man with a menacing look in his eyes, spitting out blood and clutching a switchblade in his hand.

Across from him, Bridget was holding her bleeding arm, weakly leaning into Rupert's embrace with her beautiful face marred by sadness.

The man on the floor hurled insults at Bridget, "Slut! Since you're so good at sleeping with men, what's wrong with giving me some good time, huh? You're just that kind of woman!" Bridget protested through tears, "No, that's not true. I'm not..."

The man scoffed, "Save it! The internet is buzzing with rumors about you! Someone told me you're easy! Plus, there's always men coming and going from your place, quit playing the innocent!"

me? My place has security cameras; everything can be checked!" The man hesitated, his gaze

flash, swiftly pinning the man to the ground before he

""Who sent you?"

man was stubborn, spitting out blood but refusing

that the man glanced at

was her past experiences making her overly cautious. Just that one look made her

her purse tighter, instinctively

were a precious gem, holding her close

her son, his first instinct was to protect Bridget, leaving Sylvia

with chilling eyes that sent shivers down

fear, eyes dripping with dread, attempted to escape. But Rupert stepped on his spine, increasing

in agony, "Ah! Let me go!

Rupert demanded,

was her! She gave me Bridget's address, and she told me I could do whatever I

Sylvia was stunned.

If he had succeeded, my life