Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 128

Did Bridget dare?

Not in a million years.

She had admitted it herself- her phone was loaded with photos from that day, all taken to humiliate Naomi and Edwin. But it was no longer up to her whether to hand it over.

Tristan glanced at the bodyguard behind him, who promptly snatched Bridget's phone and cracked the screen's lock. Scrolling through the gallery, hundreds of photos made Tristan nearly crush the phone in anger.

"Bridget, you're really pushing your luck. It seems my warning wasn't clear enough!"

"Tri... Tristan, I didn't mean..." Bridget stammered, her legs trembling as she nearly collapsed in a desperate attempt to plead. But Tristan didn't spare her a glance. With cold precision, he tossed the phone to Rupert and commanded, "Deal with it." "Understood."

Rupert's response was calm and collected.

At that moment, Chris walked in, and the sight of Sylvia nearly made him scream.

"Sylvia! Can't you act a bit more like a patient? I'm trying to give you an IV and you're turning it into a blood donation!"

Everyone's attention turned to the IV line, where blood had begun to backflow into Sylvia's drip. The sight was unsettling.

"Doctor, something felt wrong just now. Could it be from the drinks I had last

your alcohol level- it was through the roof! Thought you were a professional drinker or something! Your problem isn't

had explained everything, and Sylvia could rest easy

Tristan scoffed and walked

gave Bridget a

the plane because I heard

clear: Bridget had taken

Rupert nodded in acknowledgment.

Sylvia. "Get some rest. See you in the

expressed her gratitude, "Thank you,

hide her anger anymore, glaring

furious? Taking a beating, then being outmaneuvered so

for an eye. Feels

not, please have your people

then laid down, covering herself with a

...

back to her own room. Before she could speak,

did to offend Sylvia.

glance, then leaned against the window, lighting a cigarette. In the swirling