Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 127

Bridget was a master at blending truth with lies, her performances heartbreakingly convincing. Her mention of Sylvia claiming that she had ruined her plans was deliberate, knowing full well Rupert's mind would dart back to the incident in the wine cellar. Given Sylvia's past of supposedly drugging drinks to win affection, Rupert was primed to suspect that her drunken fall into the pool was just another act. Rupert was inherently suspicious. Once the seeds of doubt were sown, Sylvia's reputation could be completely destroyed.

In her previous life, Sylvia had been driven into a corner step by step by Bridget's machinations.

Now, upon hearing Bridget's words, Rupert stood protectively by her side, his expression hard and intimidating. However, Rupert wasn't alone. Two others had arrived just in time.

Tristan and Eloise, who had just returned from a business trip, were summoned by Bridget with impeccable timing. Both of them couldn't help but frown at Sylvia upon seeing the red mark on Bridget's face.

Tristan was the first to challenge Sylvia. "Sylvia, enough with the act. What kind of spectacle is this?"

Eloise, known for her intolerance of manipulative behavior, stood stiffly beside him. If Sylvia truly was the type to stir up trouble, Eloise wouldn't hesitate to have her removed from the studio altogether. "Sylvia, I expect a reasonable explanation from you."

Before Sylvia could utter a word, Bridget eagerly played the magnanimous card.

"Tristan, Eloise, please don't blame Sylvia. It must be my fault. I must have said something wrong," Bridget said, tears streaming down her swollen cheeks, enduring the pain with a furrowed brow but still pleading on Sylvia's behalf.

of grace, a woman willing to endure for

confrontation. This wasn't just about Rupert - it was a calculated move, a plan to kill three

mental health certification in hand, which kept Bridget constrained at every turn. If others found out that Sylvia was only pretending to

Tristan's disdain, Eloise's disgust- these weren't accidents. They were Bridget's carefully chosen

Bridget pleaded, "Rupert, let it be. I don't want to

Rupert a sidelong

he ordered,

remained rooted in place, her shoulders trembling. Slowly, she turned to reveal her face. A fresh cut marred her once-beautiful

Her eyes brimmed with tears of

what about me? Who will apologize to me? Is she allowed to hit people whenever she

drained of color. "It wasn't

Ms. Simpson, your ring still has my blood on it. You know flipping it inside out makes it

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to one of furious

blood on her ring for the first time,