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."

his stubbornness, Bailey changed the subject. "I've passed on the message that you helped with Bridget's birthday bash. It should smooth over the recent rumors. If all goes well, the contract will be signed once the guest arrives."

his glass, gave Bailey a look, and left

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 leash on a man

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

"We'll see

walked past Bridget

door of Room 6. She checked the number and, ensuring no one was watching, quickly swapped the digits with the room

...

as she was about to leave, an arm wrapped around

off guard, she gasped, only to

through her. She struggled fiercely. "Have you lost your mind? This

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

he spoke, the scent

her wrist, red from his grip. Exhaustion weighed on her, and she stopped

composure. "You're drunk.

her arm. His warm touch felt scorching against

face, making her

his hand slid to her waist, his

it should be put to better use." His voice was husky, laced with something dangerous. Rupert