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."

...

the studio early,

in, she headed to

she heard the

You couldn't keep it in your pants, could you? If it

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,

ground, crying and trembling, without putting up a fight. All she could manage

a college

might have

people avoided

until security came that the woman and Freya were

husband take her out for dinner, tried to seduce him, and when that failed, she

from finding out? They said it was a woman named Freya Stewart - who else could it be

got it all wrong.

me. It

Sylvia, then tearfully added, "Sylvia, even

lie for you

you they met last night, and it's your fault

help you so

reluctant grievance, her performance strikingly convincing.

colleagues' wives, in particular, cast resentful glares at

forward confidently, offering a polite nod to

colleague's dinner, but had to leave early for an errand.

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