Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 269

In the cozy, dimly-lit pub, the tension in the air was palpable as Hilbert made his entrance, his demeanor aggressive and unyielding. Sylvia felt the pressure mounting, knowing she might be forced to compromise once more.

The plan was simple: offer herself up, catch her in the act, and broadcast it live. The blame would inevitably shift to Sylvia, and Hilbert would have had his fun and could quietly slip away.

As for the woman caught in the crossfire... her fate was all too predictable.

So, Freya, would you still play the loyal lapdog?

When Freya noticed the live stream recording her, she snapped, her eyes blazing with rage as she lunged at the paparazzo.

"It wasn't me! It wasn't me! It was Bri-"

Her words were cut short as the stream was abruptly halted for violating rules.

Sylvia, furrowing her brows, glanced up just in time to see Rupert casually tap his phone screen.

Understanding dawned on her instantly.

"Uncle Rupert! It was you!"

Rupert simply nodded, setting down his mug of coffee with a calm demeanor.

Sylvia stood frozen, struggling to regain her grip on reality.

So close!

If Freya had just managed to utter Bridget's name in public, even without evidence, the whirlwind of gossip alone would have been enough to ruin her.

Sylvia's eyes and leaving her feeling blurred and lost. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling

that they were in cahoots with Hilbert to force me into a compromising position. If I hadn't been prepared today, it

two million! Do you understand the humiliation I'd face?

vile comments in the chat, just waiting

hard to just

and frustration making it difficult to

his mug down with a hint of irritation

It wouldn't have happened?

eyes, Bridget was too pure to

laughing bitterly, feeling

realized that

together forever. I sincerely wish

that, she turned to

caught in a firm

now shadowed and intense. "I don't

but all that emerged was a

struggle, "Let me

closer, glancing over

forward, handing over

could react, a scarf

I'm capable

words,

her teeth, tearing herself

the elevator doors

her,