Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 129

"What's going on? Why the long face?"

Miriam wrapped her arms around Bridget and, upon seeing her face, gasped. "What happened? Who dared to do this to you?"

"Sylvia!"

Bridget, with a look of deep resentment, recounted the events to Miriam.

The more Miriam listened, the angrier she got, slamming her hand on the table.

"Unbelievable! After dragging our name through the mud and forcing us to apologize to that wretch, Naomi, now her little brat thinks she can play these games? Clearly, she hasn't learned her lesson!"

"Mom, Tristan and Eloise saw everything. What do I do?" Bridget pressed her lips together tightly.

Miriam began pacing, her elegant figure stark against her plotting demeanor.

Then, she stopped and smirked.

"Sylvia has played her last card. Now's our chance to strike."

"But my phone was wiped clean," Bridget said bitterly.

"What does that matter? Remember, you're our trump card. When it comes to influence, how could she possibly compete with you?" Miriam lifted her chin, pityingly adding, "Look at your face- she really did a number on you." Bridget instantly understood Miriam's insinuation.

...

landed across all major platforms. Surveillance footage showed Bridget leaving a

the room belonged to Sylvia. Given their previous clash during a

Thanks to Bridget's substantial online following, her

as the controversy reached its peak, Bridget released a video

to drink at dinner, this is all just

Admiring her resilience and empathy, the fans

and Rupert? That's

said we look alike because of our hairstyles and outfits. Everyone knows

no way

QUMS

but Rupert's heart belonged to her alone.

the image of Bridget's pained expression- before it was suddenly deleted. Yet, it was swiftly downloaded and

to the camera, you could tell her makeup was thick, hiding bruises and even some

frame suddenly, as if touching her face caused her much

this state, she's protecting Sylvia. Isn't that

storm in a teacup, but could it

topic remained

...

At the Garcia Manor.

his armchair, posture erect, a white chess piece in hand, gazing at the board