Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 159

The moment she swung her legs out of bed, the door burst open.

A whole crowd surged in.

Along with Bridget and Freya, there were Christine, the butler, and even a few men in the mix. Bridget was leading the charge, her eyes darting across every inch of the room.

Sylvia looked at the butler, clearly annoyed, "What's the meaning of this? Is this how you treats your guests? What if I hadn't been dressed?"

The butler glanced at Bridget unwittingly, caught off guard.

As Rupert's fiancée, her wish was his command - how could he possibly offend her?

The butler darted his eyes, trying to shift blame, "Ms. Lloyd, I'm terribly sorry. Ms. Simpson was worried something might happen to you since you weren't answering. That's why she insisted I open the door."

Sylvia glanced at the clock, "It's just past seven. If I'm not answering, what do you think I'm doing besides sleeping? Even if you were concerned, couldn't you have just called?"

Bridget, retracting her investigative gaze, gritted her teeth, "Sylvia, I was just so worried I forgot. But...the moment we opened the door, you woke up. You weren't avoiding us on purpose, were you? Is there something in this room you didn't want us to see?" As she spoke, she shot a glance at Freya.

would Sylvia hide anything? Everything here belongs to Bailey. Ms. Simpson, please, let's not jump to conclusions. If you don't believe us, feel free to look around." Upon hearing this, the

value. If something went missing on his watch, he'd

checked the wardrobe, then

one of them announced, "Nothing out of the ordinary

"That's impossible."

the

face, "Ms. Simpson, you and your entourage burst into my room first thing in the morning to search for what exactly? Why don't you just tell me what you're looking for, and I'll help you

"Indeed, Ms. Simpson, why don't you tell me what you're looking for too? Maybe I can help." Everyone

looking at Rupert with an aggrieved expression, It's

I went

worried

Bailey's manor, if something

I should thank you for

surge of gloat. It seemed Bailey wouldn't dare cross her; after all, she

I can do. As Rupert's fiancée,

with her ring, curled her lips up slightly, "So, Ms. Simpson, did your investigation turn up anything

initial smile froze, and as she caught Rupert's imposing gaze, a chill