Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 117

Orson noticed the paleness on Sylvia's face and hesitated, "Ms. Lloyd..."

Sylvia scoffed coldly, "He really went out of his way this time."

"Ms. Lloyd, actually..."

Before Orson could explain, Sylvia had already stormed off, leaving him to sigh in frustration.

Back in her room, Sylvia made a beeline for the bathroom, only to be confronted by the mirror's revelation-a faint bite mark on her neck, its ambiguous redness seemed to speak volumes without a single word.

She scrubbed it furiously, but the effort only deepened the color. Frustrated, she gave up and decided to cover it with foundation before her meeting at Eloise's studio the next day.

Just as she was pondering how to borrow some foundation from Naomi, Naomi herself appeared.

"Sylvia? You're back? I brought you some snacks."

towel

peculiar attire. "What's with the towel around

got a bit sweaty, so I wrapped

barely recovered- don't push it.

"Alright."

inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and started to

you won't believe it- karma finally caught up with Bridget." "Bridget? What happened?" Sylvia

the spotlight's on Bridget. Despite her denials, the seed of doubt

felt a sense of satisfaction. Bridget had plagiarized, and if she dared to challenge the accusations, the relentless internet detectives

a kebab over a fire, endlessly

piqued. "How did the organizer

orange, chuckled. "Must've crossed someone with power and influence. Now, the whole

Sylvia nodded

Sylvia wanted to rest, but as Naomi cleared

you get these? They're like gold dust, made

hospital." Sylvia stared at the patches, realizing