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?"

don't be like that. We're best friends, aren't we? We tell each other everything," Freya replied,

not giving you any

as she could, but it wasn't long

photo. As soon as she opened it,

over and over, dialing Caleb's number again and again. But Caleb

the seams, a wave of suffocating panic

stared at the thin sliver of moonlight

triple-if you do one thing for

"Deal."

call from Eloise's phone, but it wasn't Eloise's voice on

you her friend? She's had a bit too much to drink. Could you come

course. Can you tell me

kind of tucked away, and the sign's hard to spot. I'll wait for

much," Sylvia replied, and

of clothes, but

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

I really

her bags and followed

bar, all dark wood and retro decor, like something out of a Bruce

over a small round table, mumbling into her empty glass, "Why do they treat me like

for a moment. Eloise always seemed