Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 295

Suddenly, Bridget lunged forward, catching Sylvia off guard as she yanked her scarf with a ferocity that pulled Sylvia right into her face.

In the tussle, the scarf slipped down, revealing a set of bite marks on Sylvia's

neck.

Bridget's eyes narrowed with a fierce intensity, her grip tightening.

"Still wearing it, huh? Afraid people won't know you're a tramp? Hand it over!"

Sylvia felt a sharp pain in her neck but gritted her teeth and twisted Bridget's wrist in response.

Despite her privileged upbringing as a delicate heiress, Bridget was no match for Sylvia's strength.

Sylvia glared icily at her. "What's the matter? Mr. Rupert didn't buy you a scarf? No worries, you can demand more in the dowry."

With a forceful shove, she pushed Bridget's hand away.

Bridget shot Sylvia a venomous look, but then, as if on cue, she let out a derisive smirk and collapsed dramatically into a nearby plant stand.

"Ah!"

Bridget screamed, clutching her head as she hit the floor, blood trickling down her forehead.

The commotion drew everyone from the conference room.

"Ms. Simpson, what happened?"

to

face was pale, her eyes misty with tears of supposed innocence, yet she

just lost my balance.

hand, but to the others, it looked like

herself, so she stated flatly, "We

incident with Freya, Ms. Eloise decided to upgrade to better

glanced up, realizing the camera that used to hang

wonder Bridget dared to act out—it was all

appeared hurt but had a barely detectable smirk

more Sylvia knew she had to

to keep her voice steady. "I

could finish, Bridget suddenly went limp,

moment, a tall figure swiftly moved past Sylvia, catching Bridget securely.

causing a

It was Rupert.

room fell silent, all eyes turning

collar. "Mr. Rupert, I'm sure Sylvia didn't mean to.

why she flaunted those hickeys in a workplace. I only wanted to ask her to be

head hurts. I feel

against Rupert, her lips

roll

her look utterly