Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 269

In the cozy, dimly-lit pub, the tension in the air was palpable as Hilbert made his entrance, his demeanor aggressive and unyielding. Sylvia felt the pressure mounting, knowing she might be forced to compromise once more.

The plan was simple: offer herself up, catch her in the act, and broadcast it live. The blame would inevitably shift to Sylvia, and Hilbert would have had his fun and could quietly slip away.

As for the woman caught in the crossfire... her fate was all too predictable.

So, Freya, would you still play the loyal lapdog?

When Freya noticed the live stream recording her, she snapped, her eyes blazing with rage as she lunged at the paparazzo.

“It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me! It was Bri—”

Her words were cut short as the stream was abruptly halted for violating rules.

Sylvia, furrowing her brows, glanced up just in time to see Rupert casually tap his phone screen.

Understanding dawned on her instantly.

“Uncle Rupert! It was you!”

Rupert simply nodded, setting down his mug of coffee with a calm demeanor.

Sylvia stood frozen, struggling to regain her grip on reality.

So close!

If Freya had just managed to utter Bridget's name in public, even without evidence, the whirlwind of gossip alone would have been enough to ruin her.

The wind picked up, stinging Sylvia's eyes and leaving her feeling blurred and lost. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the color drain from her face.

When she spoke again, her voice was tinged with bitterness: “So, Uncle Rupert, you knew Bridget and Freya were plotting against me, that they were in cahoots with Hilbert to force me into a compromising position. If I hadn’t been prepared today, it would have been me on that live stream!”

“Do you know how many viewers were online? Over two million! Do you understand the humiliation I’d face? It’s not unlike being paraded naked through the streets.”

“I’ve ignored all the vile comments in the chat, just waiting for this moment!”

“Why is it so hard to just get a fair shot at justice?”

Sylvia’s voice cracked, her anger and frustration making it difficult to articulate her feelings, her words laced with trembling indignation.

“It wouldn’t have happened,” Rupert said, setting his mug down with a hint of irritation in his dark eyes.

It wouldn’t have happened?

Of course, in his eyes, Bridget was too pure to engage in such sordid schemes.