Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 165

Bridget clutched the flash drive in her hand, feeling smug. After all, she had achieved her goal, and the details hardly mattered anymore.

"Next time, be more careful, will you? I pulled strings to get you in here, and yet you're doing worse than Christine. At least she had colleagues speaking up for her, snagged a sweet deal. Look at you..." Freya mumbled, "Sorry," her head bowed in submission.

Bridget barely spared her a glance, brushing past and striding into the office without another word.

Moments later, Freya slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes brimming with venomous daggers. She turned sharply and nearly collided with Christine.

Christine said nothing, just brushed past. But then, she stopped, turned back, and flashed Freya a smile.

A sudden tightness gripped Freya's chest. By the time she looked again, Christine was long gone.

Was it just her imagination?

...

An hour later, in the conference room, Bailey and Eloise exchanged a few pleasantries before taking their seats.

"Let's get started. I have another engagement soon."

"Sure," Eloise replied, her attention shifting to Christine, who was poised to lead off.

Christine stood, presenting her design concept. "My theme is 'Rising from the Ashes.' I've incorporated gemstones representative of the fire element in an inverse setting to add depth..." Fire?

Sylvia gasped, her pen slipping from her grasp and rolling off the table.

spiraling back to their breakfast conversation at Camellia Manor. Christine

Since Bailey chose you as the lead designer, what's your

status has seen all kinds of jewels - she'll buy what truly speaks to her." Because Bailey and Eloise had personally endorsed her, Sylvia

But now...

back to reality, Sylvia realized Christine was concluding

life should be about rising from the

words clearly struck a chord with Bailey, who watched Christine intently

Eloise, you have a wealth

her smile widening as she looked from

"Bridget, you're up."

"Right."

flicking to Christine with

thought Christine was nothing more than a grunt, yet here she

No matter.

with

thought of Sylvia brought a

she saw Sylvia

would always be trash, no

at Sylvia's pale face.

had chosen camellias as her inspiration for

concluded, she

ye

"After braving countless challenges, letting go is