Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 179

Sylvia buried her face in the couch cushion, trying to soothe her frazzled nerves.

Then, her phone rang.

It was Naomi.

"Hey, Sylvia, how was your day?" Naomi's voice was laced with a teasing laughter.

"Not great," Sylvia sighed deeply.

"Oh, come on, didn't Rupert help you out?"

"Mom, is your back better?" Sylvia replied, slightly annoyed. "I've told you before, stop trying to set us up. It's never going to happen."

"It wasn't me! He said..."

"Mom, let's not, okay? It's pointless," Sylvia firmly stated.

Naomi let out a small sigh. "I thought you two could at least have a decent conversation."

how Sylvia seemed

But that was Rupert!

had to show some deference. How could Sylvia possibly stand a chance? She just didn't want Sylvia and Rupert to end up at odds over that night's events! Sylvia knew

tired. I'm

"Alright."

...

Miriam carefully helped Bridget settle onto the couch, casting a

quick to respond, or who knows what might have happened," Miriam vented in anger. Bridget, with tears welling in her eyes, tried to interject, "Mom, let's

her face

you've been working on a big deal lately and didn't want the fan harassment to distract you. That's why she kept quiet. Who would have thought that fan

far as to track her down to

flushed

her eyes, waiting for some comforting words from the

glanced at his watch, his eyes deepening, before he spoke in a cold, measured tone. "I'll have someone find that obsessed

mother and daughter, a cold light flickering in his eyes, leaving the unsaid

a shiver through both women, Bridget's tears freezing mid-flow as uncertainty flickered across her face. No, she couldn't let Rupert

all, the entire incident

of self-sacrifice. "Rupert, you've always emphasized the importance of your partnership with Bailey. How could I allow anything to distract you? If your international partners heard about this, they might think you, Rupert of the Garcia family, can't even

at Bridget. "So, you've been swallowing