Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 122

As Rupert guided Bridget out of the bar, her head resting on his shoulder, she shot Sylvia a venomous glance - one that could freeze fire.

It was as clear as day to Sylvia: Bridget was holding a new grudge.

Turning to Christine with a puzzled look, Sylvia asked, "What are you even talking about?"

"Sorry, Sylvia. I guess I had one too many and made a bad joke. Don't sweat it," Christine replied, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson from the alcohol.

Sylvia, knowing better than to take drunken words to heart, simply pressed her lips together and let it slide.

The night was young, and spirits were high as everyone seemed to let loose a little.

Christine, a tad unsteady on her feet, announced, "Being the newbie here, let me toast to the veterans." She downed her drink in one go and flipped her glass for all to see. Then all eyes turned to Sylvia.

With a resigned smile, Sylvia stood up and raised her glass. "Here's to everyone."

The amount of liquor she had consumed, especially with Bridget egging everyone on earlier, left her feeling more than a little lightheaded.

And now, she was genuinely drunk.

As the evening wound down, people started to make their moves to leave.

Christine, supporting Sylvia, whispered, "Let one of the guys drive you home."

"I'll drive her."

"No, I will."

and right from

her first outing with this group. She waved her phone at them. "I've called an Uber. You guys head out." Christine furrowed her brows, obviously worried, but before she could voice her concerns, Sylvia slung her bag over her shoulder and flashed an easy

that Sylvia seemed alright, everyone bid their goodbyes

her legs wobbly as she took

...

his car, the scent of wine mingling with her Chanel No. 5 perfume, creating a tantalizingly intimate

her hands on Rupert's shoulders, she whispered, "Rupert, I'm feeling

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down," he said, gently pushing her

onto the back seat, her face contorting with humiliation, her eyes

What did Sylvia

holding a grudge over the incident at the Garcia family

deep breath, Bridget looked up, her eyes welling with tears, making her

believed in vulnerability as a woman's ultimate weapon against men. No man could resist a

Adjusting her expression, she

up and

Rupert, crying. "Rupert, I'm so sorry about what happened with the Garcia

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