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."

...

studio early, eager not to miss

clocking in, she headed to

heard the commotion of women quarreling

in your pants, could you? If it weren't

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

victim- lying on the ground, crying and trembling, without putting up a fight. All she could manage were denials, her

college setting,

students might have rushed

rescue. But this was the workplace, where people avoided getting involved in matters that

wasn't until security came that the woman and Freya were finally

accused, "This bitch had my husband take her out for dinner, tried to

woman scoffed. "Not you? You thought hiding your phone number would keep me from finding out? They said it

it all wrong.

It

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

lie for

and it's your fault

help

scratched and pitiful face radiated an air of reluctant grievance, her performance strikingly convincing. Instantly,

male colleagues' wives, in particular, cast resentful glares

a polite nod

dinner, but had to leave early for