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?"

colleague hurried to help

misty with tears of supposed innocence, yet she spoke with a

my balance. Don't,

lowered her hand, but to the others, it looked like

herself, so she stated flatly, "We can check the security cameras to see

incident with Freya, Ms. Eloise decided to

that used

wonder Bridget dared to act out—it was all a setup to provoke Sylvia

hurt but had a barely detectable

the more Sylvia knew she had to

she tried to keep her voice steady. "I

could finish, Bridget suddenly went limp, collapsing towards

swiftly moved past Sylvia, catching Bridget

through the air, causing a shiver to run

It was Rupert.

room fell silent, all eyes

I'm

I only wanted to ask her to be more discreet, but she got upset, and

My head hurts. I

she slumped against

roll down

look