Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 139

Why could Sylvia catch his eye?

The next moment, Freya lifted her damp eyes to look at the man sitting next to her. Her body swayed as she fell into his arms, hiding her face.

"Oops, sorry, I get a bit carsick sitting in the back."

Men, being men, rarely resist an embrace, and he quickly wrapped his arm around her with a smile.

"No worries, I've got you."

"Thanks, you're so kind."

Freya fought back her discomfort to thank him, all while plotting to tarnish Sylvia's image in Rupert's eyes.

...

In the taxi, Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief. "Christine, thank you."

Christine patted her chest, explaining, "No problem, but you should watch out for your friend. She's been parading around the office since this morning, emphasizing that she's your BFF. A lot of the guys seem to think she's their way in to get close to you." "I'll keep that in mind."

Freya's actions

went up to them, said something, and then

see a man's hand

cigarette, its ember glowing ominously in the fading sunlight, sending a

seemed Bridget was involved in the earlier

everyone else, but she's always picking on you. Could she be jealous of

frowned slightly at this and glanced

couple of days, with just a brief encounter at a competition before

compared to others. Anyone with a bit of

always

fully grasp Christine's angle, but she brushed it off with a smile. "You might be

gates, waved goodbye, and transferred her share of the taxi fare to Christine. However, upon reaching her dormitory, she realized she'd left her keys back at the Garcia household. With a sigh, she decided to look for her roommates, only to find on Twitter that all

wanting to bother anyone and unwilling to return to the Garcias, she turned to the dorm

up waiting at the door for over an hour

supervisor had

with her. All the spare dorm keys are locked inside. Maybe you could call a teacher, and they can get in

back in. Besides, she wasn't on the best terms with

want the hassle, so she decided to spend the night