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."

expression remained unchanged; Freya's actions

went up to them, said something, and then got into that fancy car up front. That's Rupert's

in time to see a

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

seemed Bridget was involved in the earlier

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

slightly at this and glanced at

each other for a couple of days, with just a

once the different treatment Sylvia received from Bridget compared to others. Anyone with a bit of sense would know better than to gossip about

politics were always a sensitive

Christine's angle, but she brushed it off with a smile. "You might be overthinking it." Christine pursed her lips.

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

unwilling to return to the Garcias, she turned to the dorm supervisor

the usually diligent supervisor was nowhere to be found. She ended up waiting

supervisor had

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

and forth, Sylvia had no idea when she'd get back in. Besides, she wasn't on the best terms with the dean, and contacting him this late was bound to lead to a

hassle, so she decided to spend the night