Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 120

Bridget's two-faced nature was something Sylvia knew all too well from their past lives. She could switch from sweet to sour in the blink of an eye, a performance so flawless it could win awards.

In the past, Sylvia would've bent over backwards trying to explain herself, but now she realized dealing with Bridget didn't require such effort. Playing crazy worked just fine.

Sylvia put down her phone, grabbed the steaming coffee pot with a swift turn.

"Got a sharp tongue, huh? Need a scalding to shut it? Ms. Simpson, fancy a taste of madness around here?

I'm risking my paycheck, but you're risking your reputation, and that of the Simpson family and Rupert. Can you afford that?"

Sure enough, the sight of the coffee pot made Bridget's face twitch involuntarily, her foundation almost shaking off. She stepped back, her eyes filled with venom. "Sylvia, don't get too smug. You think you've won? In the end, Rupert will still want me, destroying all the evidence you have. He loves me, and that's why he'd do it. To him, you're just a bit of fun that fell into his lap."

Hearing this, Sylvia clenched her jaw, swallowing back the bitterness that rose in her throat.

Yes. Bridget was right. But she couldn't care less about Rupert's love!

Sylvia smirked, her grip on the pot handle tightening. "Showing your true colors so soon? Scared of me, are we? Don't worry, I'm looking forward to you becoming my dear aunt. Won't that be fun?"

"You!" Bridget couldn't even bother to keep up appearances, glaring at Sylvia. "You better not mess with me, or I'll make sure Rupert destroys you."

Sylvia, still holding the coffee pot, stepped closer, raising it as if to pour. Bridget stood her ground, betting Sylvia wouldn't dare. But her eyes betrayed her fear. Who could be crazier than someone with proof of their insanity?

That was enough for Sylvia. As she poured the coffee, Bridget gasped, but Sylvia merely redirected the pot, filling Bridget's cup instead.

wouldn't want to be thrown out of the Garcia family's door next time, would you? Anything else? If not, I've got

Sylvia waved her off.

Bridget, seething, stormed off.

never

she wouldn't lose

...

out with the coffee, Bridget slowly

it's our first day here, why don't I treat everyone tonight?

Cheers filled the room.

asked, "Ms. Simpson, will

course, it was actually his idea

must be fancy, right? Where is

see when we

Bridget kept them guessing.

Bella

the traveling

A QUON

the restaurant -

his mother. The entire restaurant was designed with elegant decor, every corner filled with beauty and

arrived, the grandeur of the place awed

dining at such a high-end