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?"

like that. We're best friends, aren't we? We tell each other everything," Freya replied, her tone sweet as syrup but

giving you any more

up as hard as she could, but it wasn't long before a message

was a photo. As soon as she opened it, Bridget's

cursed Freya over and over, dialing Caleb's number again

apart at the seams, a wave of suffocating panic pressing

herself. She stared at the thin sliver of moonlight outside her window,

you do one thing for

"Deal."

way home, Sylvia got a call from Eloise's phone, but it

too much to

you tell me the

directions, the bartender added, "Our place is kind of tucked

much," Sylvia replied, and

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

me take that. Go help your friend-I know where her car

I really

bags and followed

was a tiny basement bar, all dark wood and retro decor, like something out

glass, "Why

for a moment. Eloise always