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

me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't give her the time of

trying to sound haughty but unable to hide her playful irritation. “And who do you

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

this time Bridget didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers

my body can handle this

We don't have to go all the way-there

each other, stumbling into

not daring to follow in case she triggered some

phone. The video

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

out, but the

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

a burner account she'd bought online to

her spot

corridor, she spotted

wasn't sure if Fanny would recognize her. If she did, Bridget might accuse Sylvia of setting her up, and Fanny

hesitated, a group of seven or eight stylish girls walked