Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 80

Sylvia glanced over at Bridget, who was leaning back with a tipsy haze in her eyes. Feeling somewhat dazed herself, she decided that since the principal and everyone else had left, she would treat this glass of wine as her last and make an excuse to leave after finishing it. At least this way, it would seem decent, especially since she had taken a hangover cure earlier. A small glass of wine shouldn't be a problem.

As she was about to take a sip, the door behind her opened. Rupert walked in, a chill following him, and the mood among the three of them immediately sobered up.

One of them, trying to ingratiate himself, said, "Mr. Garcia, your lip is split. Are you okay?"

Rupert touched his lip, hinting at something deeper. "Bitten."

At that, Sylvia's cheeks flushed with color. The others thought he had accidentally bitten himself and didn't give it much thought, instead pointing to Bridget, who was resting her head on her hand.

"Mr. Garcia, Ms. Simpson seems to have had too much to drink."

Hearing this, Rupert approached Bridget. She leaned into him, saying affectionately, "Rupert, I feel terrible. Can you take me home first?"

Rupert, noticing the smell of alcohol on her, glanced displeasingly at the three men.

They shrank a little under his gaze.

However, Sylvia clenched her wine glass tighter. Bridget got all this sympathy with just a bit of drunkenness, yet she had been forced to drink right under his watch.

any more attention to them and quickly

the atmosphere change among the remaining three, sending

just the four of them left in the room. Sensing the danger, Sylvia stepped back and raised her glass. "Since everyone else has gone, let's consider this last glass a farewell from me to

was about to drink, a man in front of her grabbed her wrist. His palm was hot, and there was a disturbing suggestion in his touch, making Sylvia drop her glass in fright. The wine splashed

how clumsy of you. Let me help you clean that

in, "You've got some on your

but her wrist was gripped tightly, and their hands inched toward her. The one pretending to help wipe

fully sober now, but knew she was no match

down even touched her leg, making

her teeth and

velet

the ground. She then stepped on the hand of another was trying to touch her waist, causing him to stumble and

herself from the man

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with numerous admirers, weren't used to being defied by a woman and

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