Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 143

At that moment, Bridget arrived, inquiring about the situation. With a frown and a displeased expression, she glanced over at Freya.

Idiot, how could she let this mess fall into her lap?

With everyone gathered, Sylvia knew it was time to wrap things up.

Adopting the tone Freya often used, she said smoothly, "Freya, you'd better apologize quickly. Making a scene isn't good for you or the studio- especially since you're the one who went out for dinner and drinks with them. Right, Ms. Simpson?" Sylvia threw the question directly to Bridget.

In her past life, the two had teamed up countless times to set Sylvia up. This time, she was letting them taste their own medicine.

All eyes turned to Bridget, Rupert's fiancée, whose words carried weight.

Bridget, fearing backlash, dared not defend Freya.

With a gentle smile, she said, "Freya, apologize now. You should be more cautious in the future."

Freya stared at Bridget in disbelief, her face flushing further as her emotions contorted her expression.

Bridget shot her a warning glance.

Freya clenched her fists

staff but chose the wrong way. I'll have someone from my family inquire at the police station for you." The woman

two women left together. The crowd slowly dispersed, casting disdainful glances

to support the visibly shaken Freya, offering

I have some ointment

her eyes red with bloodshot, gripped Sylvia's hand tightly, her voice full of suspicion. "Sylvia,

Freya's hand

"How could you think that of me? You're the one who asked me to go to the bar with them last night. You knew they were going to drive drunk! Right, I think I also heard you saying you'd

a further explanation, Sylvia used a sharp counter-question to scare

expected, Freya had no response, guilt flashing across her face

I didn't... you misunderstood. I was

Scared?

So she knew fear.

when she was harming

patted her hand nonchalantly. "Freya, I advised you to apologize because if Eloise gets wind of this,, you'll lose

and all. Who wouldn't want to stay on her

flared in Freya's eyes. Sylvia saw it but

against me, why