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."

My life is

...

next morning, Sylvia caught

Eloise and Bridget

quick reminders and ushered them onto the

had booked business class for the three

found herself seated quite

why as soon as the passenger next to her

expensive suit took the seat beside her. From the moment he sat down, his eyes were glued to Sylvia, only breaking eye contact to give her a not-so-subtle once-over, sizing up her figure with the

easy escape, so Sylvia tried to act indifferent. At least there was a small

She just had to

with breakfast. Everything looked pretty good, but Sylvia was still stuffed from earlier,

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

fake gentlemanly air. “Oh, sorry, I

didn't bother to respond. She took her water

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

even half-asleep, she had the nagging sense that something was

see the man beside her "adjusting his shoes,"

her leg away, furious. "What do you

changing into my slippers! Did I bump

handed her a

card," he

in on it. "Easton