Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 152

Freya was practically dragged out by the servant.

"Let me go, let me go..."

Struggling, Freya was brought before the crowd.

Bailey surveyed her coldly. "What were you doing hiding over there? Did you start the fire?"

Frozen with fear, Freya collapsed to the ground, shaking her head fervently. "Bailey, it wasn't me, I swear! Sylvia and I just stepped out to use the restroom. When she didn't come out, I wandered off looking for her and got lost until a servant found me." She pointed to the servant at the edge of the group.

The servant nodded at Bailey, confirming Freya's story.

Bailey's eyes narrowed as she turned toward Sylvia and Bridget.

"So, it seems like it could only be one of you two. But this lighter belongs to Ms. Simpson, so that means..."

Bridget, tears streaming down her face, spoke through sobs, "I have an alibi! I ran into a gardener while I was out and even stopped to chat. You can ask them if you don't believe me."

Catching Bailey's glance, the butler hurriedly fetched the gardener.

Bailey, Ms. Simpson did stop to ask about the flowers. She couldn't have been here setting a fire

eliminating the others, only

with a furrowed brow, turned to Sylvia. "You don't happen to have

her head, but before she could speak,

Even though Ms. Simpson is Rupert's fiancée and might have Bailey's favor, you should have believed in yourself." Freya's words effectively

freely as she clung to Rupert, her voice filled with despair. "Sylvia, how could you do this to me? You

surrounding servants, touched by Bridget's genuine tears,

Sylvia. "Is

her gaze and nodded slightly.

were stunned,

admitted it? Without even trying to

admission, pressed, "Why?

seemed she

sincerity, said, "For you,

Sylvia and

want to admit a mistake, but it's better to apologize now. I'm sure Bailey and

please stop. I

here;

a difficult position," Bridget

gravity of