Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 324

"You..." Bridget gritted her teeth, seething.

She never expected to be blackmailed by someone like Freya-a rat scurrying in the gutter, of all people.

Freya let out a light laugh. “Ms. Simpson, don't do anything rash. I don't have much to lose, you know. But if I go down, I'll make sure I take someone with me."

Bridget clenched her fists. She wasn't afraid of a dog that barked all the time-it was the stray dogs that bite you out of nowhere that worried her.

She took a steadying breath. “I'll transfer the money in a minute."

"Thank you, Ms. Simpson." Freya ended the call with a smirk.

Bridget stared at her phone, fully aware that this leech's appetite would only grow with time.

And it was all Sylvia's fault.

If it weren't for Sylvia, Freya would never have dared to cross her like this.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Caleb.

"Hey babe, are you free tonight?"

Bridget was about to reply "no," when a new idea popped into her head.

"Actually, I am. But... I need you to do something for me."

for you. My life

...

morning, Sylvia caught a cab

Eloise and Bridget

gave a few quick reminders and ushered them onto the

three of them-it was

some reason, Sylvia found herself seated quite far

why as soon as the passenger next to her sat

he sat down, his eyes were glued to Sylvia, only breaking eye contact to give her a not-so-subtle once-over, sizing

Sylvia tried to act indifferent. At least there was a small table

and a half hours. She just had

came around with breakfast. Everything looked pretty good, but Sylvia was still stuffed from earlier, so she just asked for a bottle of

for it, the man beside her suddenly brushed her hand. She snatched her hand back, shooting

chuckled, putting on a fake gentlemanly air. “Oh, sorry,

her water and buried herself in her

was new and the seats were comfortable. Before she knew it, Sylvia felt herself

had the nagging sense that something was brushing against

see the man beside her "adjusting his shoes," his elbow deliberately

furious. "What do

oily smile. "Just changing into my slippers! Did

her

card," he said, tapping the

in on it. "Easton