Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 126

Sylvia watched Bridget approach with an air of indifference. Straightening up, she glanced at Bridget's bandaged hand and let out a mocking laugh. "Are you done? Must be tough, getting hurt yet still finding the energy to come chat with me. Doesn't quite fit your delicate

damsel act, does it? You should be in bed, weeping like a damsel in distress."

Sylvia mocked her for putting on an act.

Bridget's lips trembled, her voice shaking with anger. "I could never outperform you, pretending to keep your distance from Rupert in public while secretly seducing him at every turn. Playing hard to get? You've turned that into an art form." "Oh, you want lessons?" Sylvia asked with a smirk.

Bridget's face turned red with fury. Her mind was flooded with the scene she had witnessed outside the wine cellar.

Bridget had said she was going to the restroom, but in reality, she wanted to see if Rupert had gone to find Sylvia. When the restaurant manager mentioned Rupert had gone to the administrative area, Bridget was somewhat pleased. At least it meant Sylvia wasn't that important.

But when she reached the administrative area, what she saw stopped her - Rupert was holding Sylvia, even taking her into a private wine cellar, a place Bridget herself had never been allowed to enter.

There she stood, frozen at the door, watching the man she had longed for struggle with his restraint before finally giving in to his desires.

are hard to hide. If it hadn't been for her injury call, Rupert would have surely taken Sylvia right then and there. It was all Sylvia's fault for seducing Rupert! Bridget swore not to let Sylvia off the

at her phone as she sauntered toward the bed, a

worry, I won't post them online. Sharing them privately with the ladies for a laugh is just

and by the way, Rupert told me to keep the photos to protect myself. You know, just

mocking laugh, her eyes

to the irritating

Naomi throwing up spoiled food. Her fists clenched tightly, the sudden pressure causing the needle to draw blood. Yet the sting

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her focus

she raised her hand and slapped Bridget across the face. Bridget screamed. But Sylvia didn't hold

you, a loose tongue deserves

covering her face, tears streaming down. "Sylvia, you can't

Sylvia shot back, her voice cold and biting. "It's your fault

her words sounded

before she could strike, Bridget looked up abruptly. Tears still streaked her