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."

don't get carried away. They're just

might let her guard down. A gemstone ring was nothing compared to Bridget's

just playing a high-stakes

see them bleed a bit. They've been so arrogant since they had

do you mean by that,

touched the ring, leaning back in her chair with

how come you're more

scandal sheets lately. Even

before, Rupert would have stepped in to defend her, but this time he

rocks. ve

support, what's the Simpson family?

her lip

On the rocks?

nothing to stop it. That didn't seem like him. Just then,

ignored these alerts, but this time,

popped up, the fireworks in it nearly lighting up the entire sky. Below them stood a couple, Bridget

photo, the

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

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