Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 168

A few days later, while Bridget was busy scheming against Christine, Sylvia quietly completed her own design project.

Concerned about potential hiccups, she decided to deliver it in person to Bailey's company.

As Bailey caressed the jewelry with satisfaction, she raised an eyebrow at Sylvia. "Aren't you curious why I chose your design too?" Sylvia knew her place and decided it was better not to ask.

She replied with a light smile, "As long as you're happy."

Leaning back in her chair with a meaningful look, Bailey teased, "Looks like someone's going to pay through the nose."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Sylvia asked, genuinely puzzled.

But before she could get an answer, Bailey abruptly changed the subject, "How did you get here?"

After a brief pause, Sylvia answered, "I took a cab."

With a sly grin, Bailey suggested, "Let me have someone drive you back."

"No, that's not necessary. I..."

Before Sylvia could decline further, Bailey shouted towards her office.

"Are you done yet? She's leaving if you don't hurry."

looked towards the office direction just as

It was Rupert.

to maintain distance, but Bailey grabbed

not like I lit

mention of scented candles brought back embarrassing memories for Sylvia, making

in a meeting. I should go," she stammered,

scared her off. Next time, skip the fireworks and just go straight for

piece of jewelry at Rupert. "Thanks. Make sure Sylvia catches the news

...

At the elevator.

frantically, but the elevator refused to budge,

a hand reached

and pressed

stiffened as an imposing presence loomed behind her, trapping her against the wall with his other arm,

running?" The man's cool voice resonated above

lip, unsure

was she running

avoid Bridget's wrath, of

doors opened. Seizing the opportunity, she quickly

more considerate by

icy, his presence chilling as

to look at him, until the doors slowly shut. She let out a small sigh of relief. But before she could steady herself, she was pulled into the elevator, her back pressed against the wall. The man's body pressed against hers, the stiff fabric of his suit brushing against her

tried to