Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 169

"What do you mean?" Sylvia's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What do you think?" Rupert's gaze was as deep as the night sky.

Inside the office, Bailey glanced at the message Rupert had sent. Indeed, accepting gifts was always a tricky business.

She immediately called the security room.

"Turn off the surveillance for the elevator leading to my office."

"Understood."

However, the two people in the elevator didn't do anything out of line. Or so it seemed.

Just as Rupert was about to make a move, his phone rang.

Sylvia's eyes flicked to the screen.

From Bridget.

She looked up at the man looming close to her and said pointedly, "Your fiancée."

Rupert didn't argue, nor did he let her go. Instead, he answered Bridget's call directly.

end, Bridget's sweet

it. You really shouldn't have. I'll be wearing a piece I designed myself tonight at the party, and I'd love to take some promotional pictures with you. When can

be waiting," Bridget replied, her tone filled with

choice but to endure their affectionate conversation. She had almost forgotten that tonight Rupert and Bailey were attending a gala,

the phone with his fiancée, his hand still

within Sylvia as she struggled to free herself, but Rupert's

one hand, lifted her chin, forcing her to meet

shadows across his

catch the

Coverage?

breath hitched, Bridget's earlier

Tonight, Bailey would be

design at the gala,

this success came at Sylvia's expense, a

her past

swnov

in the past or present, Rupert always seemed to use her as a stepping

the dagger even deeper, she would

skin all over again, the agony searing deep

of playing with me? Is it

the elevator doors opened, and without hesitation, Sylvia stormed out, her fury

adjusted his suit and followed her at a

had been waiting, his brows furrowing the moment he caught sight of Sylvia's stormy expression. Something was clearly wrong. He quickly approached