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

peculiar attire. "What's with

a bit sweaty, so I wrapped it up to avoid catching a

barely recovered- don't push it. Come, sit and

"Alright."

Sylvia inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and started

in high spirits, began gossiping. "Sylvia, you won't believe it- karma finally

contest, and now the spotlight's on Bridget. Despite her denials, the seed of doubt has been planted. And that's the real torture."

had plagiarized, and if she dared to challenge the accusations, the relentless internet detectives

a kebab over a fire, endlessly

ate, her curiosity piqued.

peeling an orange, chuckled. "Must've crossed someone with power and influence. Now,

slice, Naomi speculated, and Sylvia nodded along, not dwelling too much on

to rest, but as Naomi cleared the tray, she noticed a stash of medicinal

dust, made by some reclusive herbalist. How do you have

from the hospital." Sylvia stared at the patches, realizing their