Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 190

Everyone was gobsmacked at the sight of Christine.

Physically, Christine was just average, definitely not on par with the well-maintained Eloise.

What was Eloise's husband thinking?

Wrapped in her coat, Christine sobbed, "Ms. Eloise, I... I was framed. It was Sylvia who called me to room 6! As soon as I entered, I felt a heat all over, then I knew nothing." The crowd immediately adopted a 'grab your popcorn' expression. Could the plot twist even more?

Eloise frowned and turned to Sylvia. "What's going on?"

Sylvia shook her head in confusion. "Ms. Eloise, I don't understand why Christine would say that. Even if I wanted to frame her and sent her to room 6, this is room 9." With that, she pointed at the number on the door.

A big number 9.

Christine stared at the number in disbelief, then fixed a death glare on Sylvia.

Sylvia curled her lips, feigning concern. "Christine, you just said I framed you? But this room also has Eloise's husband. Are you suggesting I conspired with him to drug you without your knowledge? Maybe you should call the police?" Earlier, Christine had instinctively tried to distance herself, thereby implicating Eloise's husband in wrongdoing.

Now, his face darkened.

Christine's eyes darted around, and she quickly changed her story. "It was Freya. She's jealous of Sylvia and despises Bridget, so she threatened me to cause trouble at the party. I was coerced!"

No sooner had she spoken than Freya collapsed to her knees.

swear an oath, she stammered, "I swear, it wasn't me... How could I

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