Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 104

Over the phone, Bridget laughed with a carefree malice.

"What do I want? No surprise you can't see it, considering your mom's lowly background. How could someone like her raise anything but a daughter who does nothing but seduce men? Shouldn't I, the future Mrs. Garcia, be the one to set things right? So fond of stealing, huh? I'll show you how to spit it all out! Feeling sorry now? Bitch! You got what you deserved!"

Bridget wished her words could morph into the sharpest blades, slicing Sylvia into pieces. The her right now bore no resemblance to the calm and elegant beauty admired by the public.

Sylvia's voice was cold as she spoke, "All this talk, and you still haven't said what you actually want."

"It's simple. Quit working at Eloise's studio, and I promise to treat you and... your mom well."

As Bridget spoke, her freshly manicured nails clicked intentionally against the phone screen. Her tone was dismissive yet threatening.

"Bridget, I won't agree to that."

"You won't understand until it's too late, will you? Just watch how your mom gets humiliated!"

Then came a series of pings.

ground, being fed rotten sandwiches, and Edwin dumped in a trash heap. But Bridget was cautious, retracting the photos

Sylvia's heart in agony. She bit her lip, her eyes lowering to hide her turmoil, even her

drag my mom and Edwin into it. Edwin is Tristan Garcia's son, and while my mom's background may be humble, she is recognized as Mrs. Naomi

the Garcia family for years, never stepping out of line. You're not just making things difficult for Rupert, you're also slapping Tristan and

mixed with

dripped

options, huh? Resorting to those losers for a lecture! Remember, the Garcia family will belong to Rupert, and through him, to me, the future Mrs. Garcia. What

have to

want your mom and Edwin's photos to become the talk of

up, "Don't hurt my mom and Edwin. Please

anyone after that?

spread those photos. How

about the Garcia family?"

I'm Rupert's fiancée. Who would dare

Sylvia while she was left in the cold only fueled her hatred.

"Sylvia, stop resisting. You stand

Beep... beep... beep...

The call ended.