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

saw Freya talking to that guy from work, and Ms. Simpson went up to them, said something, and then got into that fancy car up front. That's Rupert's car, right?"

just in time to see a man's hand sticking out

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

involved in the earlier

nice to everyone else, but she's

at this

each other for a couple of days, with just

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

always

fully grasp Christine's angle, but she brushed it off with

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

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

up waiting at the door for over an hour until a

regular supervisor had

a hurry, taking the drawer keys with her. All the spare dorm keys are locked inside. Maybe you could call a teacher, and

back 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

hassle, so she decided to spend the night at