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.

...

showed Bridget leaving a hospital room, her cheeks swollen

netizens dug deeper, uncovering that the room belonged to Sylvia.

secret rendezvous with Rupert also resurfaced. Thanks to

its peak, Bridget

to drink at dinner, this is all just a misunderstanding. Look at me, I'm okay now, right? Let's not be hard

Admiring her resilience and empathy, the fans were

Rupert? That's

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

me; there's no way he'd be

QUMS

have been seeking attention, but Rupert's heart belonged to her alone. "I'm

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

got close to the camera, you could tell her makeup was thick, hiding bruises

disappeared from the frame suddenly, as if touching her

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

and Rupert was a storm in a teacup, but could it have been true after

remained

...

At the Garcia Manor.

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