Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 142

After escaping, Sylvia didn't dare stay at any hotel near the campus. Instead, she chose one closer to the studio.

Before getting into her ride, she glanced back at the intersection.

A luxury car pulled up. Rupert, clad in black, emerged from the corner and got into the vehicle.

As the car pulled away, a sliver of window lowered, revealing a pair of eyes. They stared at Sylvia with dangerous glint, sharp even in the dim light. It felt as if they were telling her she could never escape.

A shiver ran down Sylvia's spine, and she didn't look back as she left.

Meanwhile, Orson also got into a car.

"Mr. Rupert, Ms. Lloyd reported those guys for DUI, and she mentioned Freya's name as well."

Rupert, sitting in the backseat, slowly twisted his ruby ring and raised an eyebrow.

"She's gotten smart now. With her old temper, anyone could have taken advantage of her. She's... better off hidden away."

Orson frowned, cautiously adding, "Is Ms. Lloyd..."

"Hmm?" Rupert's cold interruption made Orson realize he had said too much, and he quickly changed the subject. "Bailey wants to meet you at Camellia Manor tomorrow."

"Got it."

...

Sylvia arrived at the studio early, eager not to miss the drama.

After clocking in, she headed to the restroom.

As she came out, she heard the commotion of women quarreling in the lobby.

"Slut! You couldn't keep it in your pants, could you? If it weren't for you, my husband wouldn't have been arrested for DUI!"

Sylvia made her way through the onlookers and saw Freya on the floor, her hair clutched tightly in another woman’s grip. Her stilettos raised down on her, each kick with relentless fury. Even the princess-like shoes had become weapons, leaving scratches across Freya's skin.

"No, it's not... Please..."