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.

lifted eyes gleamed with

"Energy-boosting smoothies...huh."

...

was delivered to her

want Bridget and Freya to know she was hurt, so she pretended to have a bit of a cold and

her burns, the pain was a

pain was so bad she could hardly stomach her food; she barely managed a few bites before sitting by

mountains

after the brief commotion next door, all was quiet, or she couldn't have enjoyed

suddenly,

fear of the dark could fully set in, Bridget's scream from next door truly startled her.

Sylvia back

city's. Here, it was pitch black, as if a heavy curtain

way in

opened it, Christine

Christine reached out, touching

Sylvia

idea, the power just went out suddenly,"

voice, dripping with coquettish fear, came