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.

up to

low and teasing. "Jealous, huh? Relax, Fanny means nothing to me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't give her the

to hide her playful irritation. “And who do you think you are? Why

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

kissed her again, and this time Bridget didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around his

not sure my body can handle

eyes were practically glowing. "Bridget, I can't help myself. We don't

stumbling into the office as they tugged at each other's

to follow in case she triggered some kind of

down at her phone. The video she'd taken

time to waste. But she didn't want to give everything away just yet, so she

make out, but the

and witnessing it in person would hit

burner account she'd bought online

slip back to her spot and wait

the corridor, she spotted Fanny coming her way, looking around

sure if Fanny would recognize her. If she did, Bridget might accuse Sylvia of setting her up, and Fanny might not believe

of seven or eight stylish girls walked out