Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 148

Watching the figure standing beside the flowerbed, Bailey raised an eyebrow, her understanding clear.

Just as she was about to speak, Bridget walked straight up to Bailey and extended her hand.

"Bailey, pleasure to meet you. I'm Rupert's fiancée, Bridget."

Bailey glanced at Bridget, then at her outstretched hand, offering a light, breezy smile. "I'm sorry, Ms. Simpson, I've just been pruning the flowers, and my hands are quite dirty." Bridget's hand stiffened for a moment before she awkwardly lowered it.

No sooner had she dropped her hand than Bailey took a towel from a servant, cleaned her hands, and made her way directly to Rupert, effectively treating his fiancée as if she were invisible.

Bailey sat down next to Rupert, poured him a cup of coffee, and addressed the others, "Please, take a seat. Eloise has already shared your details with me, so there's no need for any painstaking introductions. I prefer to keep things casual." The underlying message was clear.

Bridget clenched her purse, a fleeting look of malice flashing in her eyes.

This old lady, putting on airs?

If not for her remaining usefulness, when would she ever get the chance to strut around like this?

But outwardly, Bridget maintained her image of gentle grace flawlessly.

took her seat, she leaned slightly towards Rupert, pushing the cup away

sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid Rupert

Doesn't fancy?

confidence growing as the rich, aromatic flavor confirmed it was,

even her own favored coffee, rare and costly. It was the same kind Edwin

Yet Bridget, Rupert's

fancy it? Then where does all that expensive coffee that Rupert competes with me for annually end up? Ms. Simpson, as Rupert's fiancée, surely

before?"

the pushed-away cup, wishing she could disappear. Her expression betrayed her-

took a sip of his coffee, stating flatly, "Fed it

enough to make her heart skip a beat. The cup in her hand suddenly felt too hot to

What was he implying?

she felt Bailey's gaze on her, forcing her

eyes roamed before she raised her hand, displaying

"What do you think?"

finger

Paparacha ring, the central stone around thirty carats, surrounded by colorless pink diamonds. In the sunlight, the orange-pink halo it cast was a striking

was a Camellia

blue sapphire at its

intricately layered