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.

wrong just now. Could it

did you even have? I tested your alcohol level- it was through the roof! Thought you were a professional drinker or something! Your problem isn't the

had explained everything, and

scoffed and

clever one, gave Bridget a light glance before

rushed here as soon as I got off the plane because I heard about Bridget from my assistant. I'm exhausted

implication was clear: Bridget had taken advantage of

Rupert nodded in acknowledgment.

some

her gratitude, "Thank you,

Eloise left, Bridget couldn't hide

Taking a beating, then being outmaneuvered so completely!

eye for an eye.

not, please have your people leave.

then laid down, covering herself with a

...

room. Before she could

I did to offend Sylvia. How could

window, lighting a cigarette. In the swirling smoke, he