Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 362

Private Dining Room.

Everyone could see how much Mr. Lennon admired Sylvia. Each time someone new walked in, he'd introduce her, practically beaming with pride.

So yeah, Sylvia was definitely the center of attention tonight.

Halfway through dinner, Sylvia's phone suddenly started buzzing.

She glanced at the screen-Orson was calling.

Hesitating for a few seconds, Sylvia finally excused herself with a quick, "I need to

use the restroom," and slipped out of the private room.

She answered as soon as she got into the hallway. "Orson? What's up?"

"Ms. Lloyd, you need to get to Mr. Rupert's room. He—"

Clattering-static-then nothing but interference, like something heavy had just crashed down, and then the line went dead.

Sylvia froze for a split second, then spun on her heel and bolted for the elevator.

She quickly realized her heels were slowing her down, so she kicked them off and dashed barefoot into the elevator.

She hadn't seen the cigarette someone had dropped and left burning on the elevator floor.

hot ash burned her foot, and then of course- the elevator doors caught her on the hip

didn't have time to care. Gritting her teeth, she slammed her floor number

half-ran, half-limped all the way to Rupert's room, then pounded

open-but it

It was Bridget.

a silk robe, but she hadn't bothered tying it, so

deep V of floral lace that barely covered anything, with

was in such a hurry to answer the door, I

running down Bridget's legs. Clearly, she'd

they'd been doing-Sylvia didn't want to think about

managed after swallowing hard

full of fake concern. "Well, I'll get back to Rupert, then Oh, looks like you hurt your foot. I've got some Band-Aids. After all, I'm practically your aunt now-don't

her robe tighter and went rummaging for the first aid

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but catch a glimpse of the room clothes scattered everywhere, pillows tossed on

looked away, fists clenching and

really, what did it matter? Rupert and Bridget were

happen sooner

handed her

a show of

time, okay? You're not a kid

know," Sylvia said, taking the Band-Aid