Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 185

"You bought the same dress as Eloise. What if she thinks you're upset with her? That's why I said it was a knockoff. I'm trying to help you out here. If you're not okay with it, we should go clear the air with Eloise right now."

Sylvia knew Freya wouldn't dare.

As expected, after a few seconds of silence, Freya changed the subject. "Sylvia, I'm feeling a bit queasy. Could you get me some medicine from the front desk and bring it to Room 6?" "Sure, wait for me."

"Hurry, please. I'm really not feeling well," Freya urged.

"Got it."

Hanging up, Sylvia turned and walked out of the banquet hall.

...

Meanwhile, Bailey took the opportunity while Bridget was chatting with friends to stroll over to Rupert.

Raising her glass, she hinted, "The coast is clear. Aren't you going to follow her? Aren't you worried something might happen?"

Rupert sipped his drink. "She's not foolish."

Bailey chuckled. "Then why did I see you almost crush your glass when she was approached earlier?"

"No, I didn't."

Bridget's birthday bash. It should smooth over the recent rumors. If all goes well, the contract will be signed once the

set down his glass, gave Bailey a look, and left the

and approached, only to be stopped by

"Bailey, where's Rupert?"

you going too?" Bailey said with a light smile. "Ms. Simpson, keeping such a tight

relationship; you wouldn't understand the fun Rupert and I have," Bridget retorted, not

"We'll

walked past Bridget

She checked the number and, ensuring no one

...

as she was about to leave, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into

guard, she gasped, only to find herself pinned

struggled fiercely. "Have you lost your mind? This is your

heavy with an unspoken emotion as he looked at her. "So what? Other men dat can get close to you, and I can't? Weren't it you who

he spoke, the scent of alcohol lingered

grip. Exhaustion weighed on her, and

keep her composure. "You're drunk.

words, his fingertips lingering on her arm. His warm touch felt scorching against her

against her face, making her feel uncomfortably warm. "Then let's say I am

to her waist, his fingers

to only say things that irritate me. Maybe it should be put to better use." His voice