Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 184

Sylvia had barely stepped through the door when she noticed that Freya, who had been tailing her earlier, had vanished into thin air.

It seemed Freya, fearing a confrontation, had opted for a disappearing act. No doubt she planned to reappear later, playing the role of the concerned friend, shifting the blame onto Sylvia while leaving her to face the fallout alone. But Freya overlooked one thing: in her absence, Sylvia now had full control of the narrative.

Facing Eloise's husband, Sylvia offered a polite smile. "Thank you, but I think I need to clear the air."

Eloise's husband glanced nervously to the side before quickly interjecting, "No need for explanations. I trust you."

His statement, though seemingly casual, carried undeniable implications.

"No, not to you. I need to explain to Ms. Eloise. The dress I'm wearing... it's a knockoff," Sylvia admitted, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she faced Eloise. "I apologize for the misunderstanding. I've always admired you, and I guess I tried to emulate your style. But as an intern, I simply can't afford the real thing, so I resorted to buying a cheap imitation."

To drive her point home, Sylvia tugged at her collar, revealing no label.

The brand she was accused of mimicking was known for patenting its care labels, making it nearly impossible for counterfeits to replicate them.

Knowing this, Sylvia had removed the label in the restroom.

"I bought this dress but was too scared to wear it. It's been sitting in my bag. I only put it on because my dress got dirty, and I had no other choice," she explained, effectively defusing the tension in the room.

challenger but as an adoring fan, subtly elevating Eloise's status in the process. Eloise's expression softened considerably. "You know, if you really like my style,

a fake, and, honestly, the fit isn't right. I'll be more careful in the

pace. "That doesn't look like a fake to me. Did you

had been waiting for this. "Christine, have you ever bought anything from this

words, "I... I haven't, but you can't just claim it's a

let's look at

displaying a detailed

was thanks

marrying Edwin, Naomi

a luxury

counterfeit sellers. These vendors often paid sales associates for product details to create high-quality

purchase histories.

request, Naomi had

Sylvia asked innocently, "Any

was at a loss for

then turned to Bridget. "Ms. Simpson, happy birthday. Let's not let this little misunderstanding dampen the festivities." Bridget forced a

deliberate show for Sylvia, Bridget looped her arm through Rupert's. "Rupert,

cake. Shall we