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.

right then and there. It was all Sylvia's fault for seducing Rupert! Bridget swore not to let Sylvia off

phone as she sauntered toward the

I haven't deleted the photos I have. Oh, don't worry, I won't post them online. Sharing them privately with the ladies for a laugh is just as satisfying. Wait till the whole circle sees the pathetic sight of your mother begging

to protect myself. You know, just in case you go crazy

laugh, her eyes filled

to the

reminded of Naomi throwing up spoiled food. Her fists clenched tightly, the sudden pressure causing the needle to

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fell to the ground, hands covering her face, tears streaming down. "Sylvia, you can't just go crazy because

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

her words sounded

but before she could strike, Bridget looked up