Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 228

The other colleagues perked up with curiosity when they heard Sylvia mention Bridget's mysterious illness.

"Yeah, Ms. Simpson, what was wrong with you? If it was one of those contagious bugs going around, you'd still be down for the count."

"You look as fresh as a daisy. Nothing about you screams 'sick.""

For a brief second, a flicker of panic crossed Bridget's eyes, but she quickly masked it with a composed smile.

"Oh, it was nothing serious, just a little cold. Mr. Rupert was just being overly dramatic, worried that something might happen to me, so he stayed by my side the whole time."

"He stayed with you the whole time?" Sylvia echoed, her tone laced with doubt.

Bridget's interest piqued at this, and she strolled over to Sylvia, casually playing with the necklace around her neck.

"Yes, he's just so doting. Can't stand to see me uncomfortable, even for a minute. Jealous? Maybe you should find yourself a boyfriend, but Mr. Rupert's love for me is one of a kind."

sugar, but the glance she shot Sylvia when no one else was looking was full of

colleagues erupted into envious chatter,

her brow furrowing. "Sylvia,

Oh, what was funny?

that Bridget could lie without batting an eye. Rupert was getting chewed out by family yesterday, how could he

she had no idea Rupert had been in trouble. If he loved her so much, why didn't he tell her? Maybe... he didn't

What a joke.

of you. Truly," Sylvia said, her lips

wanted nothing more than to slap Sylvia, but she had to maintain her composed image in front of

mischievous, wrinkled her nose playfully. "Ms. Simpson, I've said I'm envious, yet

a tense silence, all eyes turning to Bridget. The colleagues, seasoned veterans of the

through Bridget's flaunting. Honet

could

rubbing some people the wrong way, and it wouldn't take much for them