Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 123

Orson gave a nod, signaling, "Please, after you."

Bridget stepped out of the car and made her way toward the Paradise Pavilion.

...

Sylvia exited the private dining room, walking down the corridor where a cool breeze made her head spin even more, deepening her intoxication. She leaned on a pillar, staggering toward the exit as best as she could.

As she walked, she vaguely remembered needing to turn, so she did, only to miss a step and, out of instinct, tumble forward. With a splash, she suddenly found herself soaked, the cold water somewhat sobering her up. Only then did Sylvia realize she had fallen into a decorative pond, the water reaching just to her chest, the embarrassment almost killing her.

She made her way to the edge, stepping carefully up the stairs. And there, by the pond, was the office with its full-height windows.

Rupert hadn't lied to Bridget; the Paradise Pavilion's manager had indeed been looking for him.

"Rupert, Ms. Simpson has racked up over a million in charges recently, and today she opened six bottles of our finest wine under your account. Will this be added to your tab, or..."

As the manager appointed by Rupert, it was crucial to keep the accounts in order. Though the money was a trifle to Rupert, he was quite dissatisfied with Bridget's recent actions. "Send the bill to Simpson Group."

"Right away..."

Before the manager could finish, a splash from outside interrupted them.

This is a restricted area. Who's

drenched figure emerged gracefully from the pond's edge, illuminated by

around and

wind seemed to pass by, leaving the office eerily silent. Meanwhile, Sylvia shivered from the cold, wrapping her arms around herself as she spotted the lobby sign.

"Leaving like this?"

Rupert?

off escorting

didn't want any entanglement with him and pretended not to hear,

a few steps, she was pulled back, crashing into

behind her opened his coat and wrapped it around her, bringing

struggled. "Just a reminder, we're

"Mhm."

slowly, seemingly unconcerned

reaching

resting on

rather be discovered here or come

froze, grinding her teeth in

a way of cornering

QUMS

coat and

only when Sylvia felt the