Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 162

Tristan called the butler to take out the trash.

"Get rid of this mess, it's ruining the vibe." "Right away, sir."

In front of Rupert, the butler tore up the papers from the trash, crumpled them into balls, and then stuffed them all into a shiny black garbage bag before leaving the study.

Tristan picked up his coffee mug and gently blew on it, his voice serious, "This partnership is crucial. Don't mess it up. Bridget is your fiancée, and her reputation reflects on you. Don't give anyone a reason to talk." "Got it, I'll be off then."

Rupert got up and left.

...

In the garden.

Sylvia had taken a nap in the afternoon and started sketching designs after dinner. That was when Naomi came in with a plate of fruits.

Holding out a piece of fruit with a fork meant for Sylvia's lips, she flaunted the large ring on her finger.

Sylvia took a bite, "Did Edwin give this to you?"

Naomi covered her mouth with a giggle, "No, the Simpsons sent it over as an apology. Miriam bought it at an auction a couple of months ago and never wore it once before giving it to me."

just trying to impress Tristan

down. A gemstone ring was

just playing

dismissively, "I'm not foolish, but it does please me to see them bleed a bit. They've been so arrogant

mean by that,

touched the ring, leaning back in her chair with a

how come

the scandal sheets lately. Even though she's tried

in to defend her, but this time he hasn't lifted a finger. Lots of people are saying they're

rocks. ve

would be better if they split. Without Rupert's support, what's the Simpson family?

her lip at those

On the rocks?

indeed did nothing to stop it. That didn't seem like him. Just then, Sylvia's phone

usually ignored these alerts, but this time, she felt

up, the fireworks in it nearly lighting up the entire sky. Below

photo,

cold public demeanor replaced by a gentle smile. Bridget, on her tiptoes

below were