Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 143

At that moment, Bridget arrived, inquiring about the situation. With a frown and a displeased expression, she glanced over at Freya.

Idiot, how could she let this mess fall into her lap?

With everyone gathered, Sylvia knew it was time to wrap things up.

Adopting the tone Freya often used, she said smoothly, "Freya, you’d better apologize quickly. Making a scene isn’t good for you or the studio- especially since you’re the one who went out for dinner and drinks with them. Right, Ms. Simpson?"

Sylvia threw the question directly to Bridget.

In her past life, the two had teamed up countless times to set Sylvia up. This time, she was letting them taste their own medicine.

All eyes turned to Bridget, Rupert's fiancée, whose words carried weight.

Bridget, fearing backlash, dared not defend Freya.

With a gentle smile, she said, "Freya, apologize now. You should be more cautious in the future."

Freya stared at Bridget in disbelief, her face flushing further as her emotions contorted her expression.

Bridget shot her a warning glance.

Left with no choice, Freya clenched her fists and bowed her head. "I'm sorry."

Bridget immediately stepped forward to console the woman. "Don't be upset. She's new here; she probably just wanted to get along with the old staff but chose the wrong way. I'll have someone from my family inquire at the police station for you."

The woman couldn't refuse Bridget’s gesture and smiled in return. "Ms. Simpson is so generous, truly worthy of being Rupert's fiancée."

As if nothing had happened, the two women left together. The crowd slowly dispersed, casting disdainful glances at Freya.

Sylvia stepped forward to support the visibly shaken Freya, offering her comfort with the air of a loyal friend.

"Freya, are you okay? I have some ointment in my bag; let's put some on."

Freya, her eyes red with bloodshot, gripped Sylvia's hand tightly, her voice full of suspicion. "Sylvia, why did you say that? Why are you setting me up?"