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.

slid up to his body, almost

means nothing to me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't

hide her playful irritation. “And who do you think you

grabbing her hand and kissing her fingers. "Who else could handle your high standards? Rupert? He

didn't resist. She

sure my body can handle this right now..." she

glowing. "Bridget, I can't help myself. We don't have

into the office as they tugged at

not daring to follow in case she triggered some kind of

phone. The

But she didn't want to give everything away just yet, so she only sent

make out, but the urgency and passion

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

tracks, Sylvia used a burner account she'd bought online

back to her spot and wait for

down the corridor, she spotted Fanny coming

Bridget might accuse Sylvia of setting her up, and Fanny

group of seven or eight stylish girls walked out of