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."

Sylvia casually wrapped a towel around

attire. "What's with the

for a jog, got a bit

push it. Come, sit

"Alright."

sigh of relief and started to

it- karma finally

was behind the jewelry contest, and now the spotlight's on Bridget. Despite her denials, the seed of doubt has been planted.

she dared to challenge the accusations, the relentless internet detectives

like a kebab over a fire, endlessly

curiosity piqued. "How

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

Sylvia nodded along, not dwelling too

eating, Sylvia wanted to rest, but as Naomi cleared the tray, she noticed a stash

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

hospital." Sylvia stared at the patches, realizing