Chapter 131

"You've really gone above and beyond to clear Bridget's name! But I refuse to play into your hands! Even if it kills me, I'll drag Bridget down with me!" Sylvia glared fiercely at Bridget before storming towards the door.

Behind her, Rupert's chilly voice eerily filled the space. "Sylvia, do you not care about your mom anymore?"

Sylvia halted abruptly. Her lips were devoid of any color, her mind blank for a moment.

Slowly, she turned around, her gaze locking onto the man before her, her eyes so red it seemed they might bleed the next second.

"Alright. Alright..."

Stiffly, she bent down to pick up the scattered documents. Her fingers trembled as she typed out line after line of humiliation.

Closing her eyes, she pressed the send button hard.

As Rupert approached, she stepped back, offering him a faint laugh.

"Are we good now? Are we?"

As if fearing he hadn't heard her, she asked again. The indifference in her eyes revealed the boundless desolation and emptiness within her soul. Rupert's pupils dilated slightly, his eyes reflecting an indescribable turmoil.

Sylvia glanced at the stunned Chris, extending her hand. "Hand over your lab coat to me."

Coming back to his senses, Chris complied, albeit confusedly.

Sylvia dropped her bag and shrugged off Rupert's coat, throwing it to the ground. Without hesitation, she began to lift her sweater.

wore a tank top underneath, the action made Chris and

sweater aside and wrapped herself in the lab coat, coldly stating, "I owe you nothing. Watch your fiancée! Don't let her bark again!" With that, she

Rupert reached out to stop her but

"You can't control me!"

sidestepped, quickening her pace to

up the sweater from the floor, its fabric still holding Sylvia's warmth and scent, making his fingers tighten around

the perfect

of men? She acts as if she's used to it, totally disgracing our gender. Who knows what she

icy, silencing her with a single

"Yes."

cue, Orson turned to follow

Orson's departing figure, her

was officially

he was also Rupert's

on ten

capable of

Orson to protect Bridget when she was injured, yet now he was sent to guard

...

steadied by a pair of hands as a cashmere coat snugly enveloped

looked up, her eyes quickly

"Warren."

get you out

in his arms, gently

had she

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