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?

Warren. She'd already held a grudge against him for sending Warren for a business trip. Orson stepped forward, reporting faithfully, "She advised you to drink more of those energy-boosting smoothies. Isn't

eyes

"Energy-boosting smoothies...huh."

...

delivered to her room

want Bridget 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

her burns, the pain was a constant

her food; she barely managed a few bites before sitting by

misty mountains

of a painting, utterly serene Thankfully, after the brief commotion next door, all was quiet, or she couldn't have enjoyed even a moment of

beauty when suddenly, the lights flickered and then went

her chair, unsure of what to do next, before the fear of the dark could fully set in, Bridget's scream from next door truly startled

Sylvia back to

in the mountains was different from the city's. Here, it was

her way in

Christine and Freya were already standing in the

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

Sylvia emerged from her

suddenly," Christine said,

with coquettish fear, came