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."

one else was looking was full of mockery. It seemed to silently

erupted into envious

smile faltered, her brow furrowing. "Sylvia, what's

Oh, what was funny?

getting chewed out by family yesterday, how

expression, it was clear she had no idea Rupert had been in trouble. If he loved her so much,

What a joke.

so envious of you. Truly," Sylvia said, her lips

now reduced to a twitching mouth, hekeyes burning with anger. She wanted nothing more than to slap Sylvia, but she had

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

all eyes turning to Bridget. The colleagues, seasoned veterans of the workplace, could easily

through Bridget's flaunting. Honet

could

way, and it wouldn't take