Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 142

After escaping, Sylvia didn't dare stay at any hotel near the campus. Instead, she chose one closer to the studio.

Before getting into her ride, she glanced back at the intersection.

A luxury car pulled up. Rupert, clad in black, emerged from the corner and got into the vehicle.

As the car pulled away, a sliver of window lowered, revealing a pair of eyes. They stared at Sylvia with dangerous glint, sharp even in the dim light. It felt as if they were telling her she could never escape.

A shiver ran down Sylvia's spine, and she didn't look back as she left.

Meanwhile, Orson also got into a car.

"Mr. Rupert, Ms. Lloyd reported those guys for DUI, and she mentioned Freya's name as well."

Rupert, sitting in the backseat, slowly twisted his ruby ring and raised an eyebrow.

"She's gotten smart now. With her old temper, anyone could have taken advantage of her. She's... better off hidden away."

Orson frowned, cautiously adding, "Is Ms. Lloyd..."

"Hmm?" Rupert's cold interruption made Orson realize he had said too much, and he quickly changed the subject. "Bailey wants to meet you at Camellia Manor tomorrow."

"Got it."

...

at the studio early, eager not to

in, she headed

she heard the

If it weren't for you, my husband wouldn't have been arrested

the onlookers and saw Freya on the floor, her hair clutched tightly in another woman's grip. Her stilettos raised down on her, each kick with relentless fury. Even the princess-like shoes had become weapons, leaving scratches across

crying and trembling, without putting up a fight. All she could manage were denials, her sobs tugging

college setting,

might have rushed

the workplace, where people

that the

to seduce him, and when that failed, she reported him for DUI." Freya sobbed. "It

your phone number would keep me from finding out? They said

it all

me. It was her!"

then tearfully added, "Sylvia, even though we're friends,

lie for you

it's your fault they got caught for DUI.

help you so

face radiated an air of reluctant grievance, her

male colleagues' wives, in particular, cast resentful glares

forward confidently, offering a polite nod to

dinner, but had to leave early for