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.

...

Bridget's altercation landed across all major platforms. Surveillance footage showed

dug deeper, uncovering that the room belonged to Sylvia. Given their previous clash during a competition,

also resurfaced. Thanks to Bridget's

peak, Bridget released a

Sylvia and I just had a bit too much to drink at dinner, this

attack. Admiring her resilience

and Rupert?

always said we look alike because of our hairstyles

there's no way he'd

QUMS

heart belonged to her alone. "I'm really

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

the camera, you could tell her makeup was

suddenly, as if touching her face

protecting Sylvia. Isn't that just

was a storm in a

topic remained

...

At the Garcia Manor.

armchair, posture erect, a white chess piece in