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."

casually wrapped a towel around

"What's with the towel around your

got a bit sweaty, so I wrapped it up to

recovered- don't push it. Come, sit

"Alright."

breathed a sigh

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

busted for bribery. Turns out, he was behind the jewelry contest, and now the spotlight's on

she dared to challenge the accusations, the relentless internet

kebab over a fire,

her curiosity piqued. "How

with power and influence. Now, the

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

Sylvia wanted to rest, but as Naomi cleared the tray, she

these? They're like gold dust, made by some reclusive herbalist. How do you

hospital." Sylvia stared at the patches, realizing