Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 155

"Ms. Lloyd, it's me, Orson."

"What's up?" Sylvia asked, trying to suppress the pain.

"My boss wants to see you."

To see her? For what? To witness the aftermath of his rendezvous with Bridget?

Sylvia couldn't hold back her anger, blurting out, "I'm already off the clock, tell him to visit me when he's free. Maybe he should focus on keeping his own house in order, maybe have a couple more of those energy-boosting smoothies." With that, she flopped back onto her bed.

Outside, Orson stood confused by the rejection and had no choice but to head to the makeshift study Bailey had arranged for Rupert.

"Mr. Garcia, Ms. Lloyd says she's gone to sleep."

"And you believe that hogwash?"

Rupert sat by the window on a solid oak armchair, legs crossed, one hand propping his chin, the other flipping through a contract. "Well...she might be genuinely tired, but she still seems to care about you," Orson ventured.

"Oh?"

That was a surprise. She cared about him?

sending Warren for a business trip. Orson stepped forward, reporting

lifted eyes

"Energy-boosting smoothies...huh."

...

her room by the

and Freya to know she was hurt, so she pretended to have a bit of a cold and cough, asking the servants to bring some

no salve for her burns, the pain was a

food; she barely managed a few bites

mountains were

brief commotion next door, all was quiet, or she couldn't have enjoyed even a

the beauty when suddenly, the lights flickered and

dark could fully set in, Bridget's scream from next

shout snapped Sylvia

it was pitch black, as if a heavy curtain

her way in the dark like

fumbled over slowly to the door. When she opened it, Christine and

scared me, Sylvia?" Christine reached out, touching the

Sylvia emerged from

the power just went out suddenly," Christine said, her voice

dripping with coquettish fear,