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

...

next morning, Sylvia caught a cab to

ten minutes later, Eloise and Bridget arrived, one

gave a few quick reminders and ushered them onto

business class for the three of them-it was more

Sylvia found herself seated

the passenger

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 entitled gaze of a rich guy shopping for

to act indifferent. At least there was

She just had to make it

around with breakfast. Everything looked pretty good, but Sylvia was still stuffed from earlier, so she just

man beside her suddenly brushed her hand.

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

bother to respond. She took her water

comfortable. Before she knew it, Sylvia

half-asleep, she had the nagging sense that something was brushing against her

man beside her "adjusting his shoes," his

her leg away, furious.

changing into my slippers! Did I bump you?

her a

my card," he said, tapping the

in on it. "Easton