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

"Jealous, huh? Relax, Fanny means nothing to me.

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

grinned, grabbing her hand and kissing her fingers. "Who else could handle your high standards? Rupert? He won't even touch you-how's that

didn't resist. She wrapped

my body can

eyes were practically glowing. "Bridget, I can't help myself. We don't have to go all the way-there

in each other, stumbling into the office as they tugged at each

hidden, not daring to follow in case

at her phone. The video she'd taken was more than

hurried away, knowing 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

out, but the urgency and passion between her and Chris

and witnessing it in person

her tracks, Sylvia used a burner account she'd bought online to send the

her spot and

down the corridor, she spotted Fanny coming her

Bridget might accuse Sylvia of setting her

or eight stylish girls walked out