Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 86

Bridget's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, her eyes brimming with tears she dared not let fall. But she couldn't let her anger show. Instead, she tried to muster a look of hurt and reached out for Rupert.

Rupert, nonchalantly adjusting his cuff, sidestepped her hand with an air of indifference.

"Rupert, I am your fiancée," Bridget said, her eyes welling with tears.

Rupert gave her a fleeting glance, his tone cool. "Ah, fiancée. Not yet a wife."

Bridget's face fell, frozen in place.

He leaned in slightly. "You're still an outsider. Sylvia is legally Ms. Garcia of the Garcia family. Even at her worst, she's not someone to be trifled with by outsiders. We both know what's really going on between us." With that, Rupert shoved a queue number slip into Bridget's hand and walked away.

Bridget stared after him in disbelief, her heart refusing to give up. She attempted to follow Rupert but was blocked by Orson.

"Ms. Simpson, please take a seat."

"Rupert... Rupert..."

Unable to push past Orson, Bridget clenched her teeth and reluctantly sat back down. Looking down, she noticed the queue number slip Rupert had given her was blank! She had to bear the pain while waiting there! Fuming and trembling with frustration, she had no choice but to make another appointment to see the doctor.

...

out for Naomi but finding her

called out,

hands took hers. "Sylvia, I sent

the voice, Sylvia

"Warren, you came? How?"

you to call me if there was any trouble.

in surprise. "The

had threatened to expose those three, but she hadn't intended for her roommate to actually post it online. She'd wanted to keep things low-key

comfort. "Don't worry, the video didn't reveal your name. I only recognized you by your voice." "And what's happening online

views have backfired spectacularly. They're being boycotted online, losing contracts, and heading toward ruin. Several women they've wronged. have come forward. They're not just losing their reputation, they're facing légal consequences," Warren

she

"What did you bring?"

you." "Thanks." Sylvia reached out to take the bowl, but Warren gently pulled it out of her reach. "You're not in any state to fend for yourself.

passed by, tossing a thermal

corridor,

of chicken pot pie left. Should we send some

"No need."

...

Sylvia managed only half the chicken pot

it must be late.