Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 366

"Ms. Simpson, my little brother's started seeing this girl, and she says she won't marry him unless he drives a nice car. So... you know..."

Freya didn't even bother to sugarcoat it this time; she got straight to the point- money.

Bridget felt the vein at her temple throb.

The Simpson family wasn't what it used to be anymore.

Ever since Rupert pulled his investment, Simpson Holdings had been circling the drain. She'd tried to convince her father to put money into the Carmichael Group, but that had gone down like a lead balloon-they lost everything.

In Mountain City, Charles and Steven had seen how Rupert doted on her, and tried to curry favor-slipping her little "gifts" here and there. She'd sent every penny home to patch up the financial holes.

She'd thought everything would work out. Who could have guessed Charles and Steven would end up behind bars?

Now Rupert was auditing the accounts, and she'd had to return every cent.

Simpson Holdings was just a house of cards now. Otherwise, why would she have timed her pregnancy so carefully?

And on top of that, she still had to deal with Freya, the leech.

"What do you think I am, Freya? An ATM?"

come on, Ms. Simpson, don't be like that. We're best friends, aren't we? We tell each other everything," Freya replied, her tone sweet as syrup but with an edge

I'm not giving you any more

she could, but it wasn't long before a message popped up on her

as she opened it, Bridget's face

and over, dialing Caleb's number again and

was coming apart at the seams, a wave

managed to calm herself. She stared at the thin sliver of moonlight outside her window, her eyes

you triple-if you do one thing

"Deal."

but it wasn't

too much to drink. Could you come pick

Can you tell me

gave her directions, the bartender added, "Our place is kind of tucked away, and the sign's hard to

Sylvia replied, and called

up to the bar, juggling a tote full of clothes, but the bag's handle snapped just as she reached the

things. "Here, let me take that. Go help your friend-I know where her car is

really appreciate

bags and

dark wood and retro decor, like something out of a

her empty glass, "Why do they treat me like this? What did

a moment. Eloise always seemed so carefree