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?"

hurried to

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

lost my balance. Don't, don't blame

hand, but to the

of getting caught in a cycle of defending herself, so she stated flatly,

Eloise decided to

used to hang there

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

at Bridget, who appeared hurt but had a barely detectable

on, the more Sylvia knew she had to stay

a deep breath, she tried to keep her voice steady. "I didn't

finish, Bridget suddenly went limp, collapsing

tall figure swiftly moved past

air, causing a shiver to run

It was Rupert.

silent, all

I'm sure Sylvia didn't mean

only wanted to ask her to be more discreet, but she got upset, and then... it's my fault

hurts. I

against Rupert, her lips

roll

her look