Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 302

Chris pushed open a door at the very end of the hallway. On the other side was a small courtyard garden, connecting to the boss's office.

The garden's style was as modern and chic as the lobby outside-every tree and every little detail carefully designed, giving it a distinctive, almost artistic vibe.

It was almost like Chris himself: living two totally different lives that didn't seem to fit together at all.

Chris was in a hurry, so he didn't even notice Sylvia quietly slipping in behind him.

Sylvia ducked into the courtyard, hiding behind a decorative rock feature, only daring to peek out when she felt safe.

Bridget was already there, waiting under one of the trees.

Chris strode toward her, reaching for her hand, but Bridget swatted him away and dodged his touch.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be busy feeding your little side chick?"

Bridget spun around to leave, but Chris caught her around the waist, pulled her close, and kissed her hard, not caring who might see.

"Mmm-"

Bridget struggled for a second, but when she felt his chest, all those hard muscles, she just melted against him.

to

to me. If

his chest, trying to sound haughty but unable to hide her playful irritation. “And who

fingers. "Who else could handle your high standards? Rupert? He won't

again, and this time Bridget didn't resist. She

I'm not sure my body can handle this right now..." she

I can't help myself. We don't have to go all the

themselves in each other, stumbling into the

to follow in case she triggered some kind

phone. The video she'd taken was more than

she needed to send the footage to Fanny immediately-no time to waste. But she didn't want to give everything away just yet, so she only sent a carefully

but the urgency

to see for herself, and witnessing it in person would hit way harder than

tracks, Sylvia used a burner account she'd

to slip back to her

she spotted Fanny coming her way,

her. If she did, Bridget might accuse Sylvia of setting

of seven or eight stylish girls walked out of