Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 154

Bridget, her cheeks flushed with a shy hue, leaned towards Rupert as she heard they'd share a room.

"Bailey, how could I accept this?"

With an eyebrow raised, Bailey smiled and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, Ms. Simpson, I can easily arrange for another room for you. No trouble at all."

As she spoke, she was about to call the butler with a wave of her hand.

The corner of Bridget's mouth twitched involuntarily, and she quickly said, "Bailey, you're such a joker, thank you."

Bailey's smile deepened, filled with unspoken meanings.

Sylvia, hearing the possibility of a room change, immediately thought of an excuse to switch rooms herself.

But before she could speak up, Bailey was called away by a phone call. Left with no choice, Sylvia headed to her room.

Just as she turned around, Freya suddenly caught her arm from behind.

"Sylvia, are you sure of being alone? Do you want me to keep you company?"

Sylvia's arm trembled slightly, and her jaw clenched tighter, but she quickly regained her composure.

afraid Freya might harm her in the middle of

smoothly pulled her arm back, "No need, I'm quite tired. I'll head to my

entered her room. The room was decorated

bed, her teeth gritted as she removed her jacket. Underneath,

was erratic as she collapsed at the foot of the bed, curling up into a ball. Actually, since Freya had slipped out of the bathroom, Sylvia had been on her tail. From the moment she saw the surroundings filled with plants, she guessed Freya and Bridget would tamper with the camellias. So,

significance of the camellias, Sylvia knew her guess was right. She watched as Freya took

was

the

not caring about the extent of the

blow

proportion.

Freya left, she took out the lighter and added fuel to

she misjudged the wind direction in the mountains, and a lick of flame scorched

to put out the fire

but when Freya grabbed her, a

her eyes, took a deep breath,

coming from the

left little to the imagination traveled along the wall opposite Sylvia, from one

if

wall, moving downwards. Unfortunately, such