Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 293

She lifted her clear blue eyes, filled with a mix of concern and anticipation.

Rupert didn't say a word. He wasn't one for repeating himself on the same issue.

He turned and walked away.

Bridget watched Rupert's retreating figure, her palms clammy with nervous sweat. Unable to contain herself, she hurried after him and caught his arm.

"Mr. Rupert, did Sylvia say something about me?"

Rupert's gaze was cold as he responded with a question of his own, "What should she have said?"

Under Rupert's scrutiny, Bridget felt like she was being looked at by someone who saw her as insignificant. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't decipher any emotion in his eyes.

Realizing she'd spoken too much, she quickly flashed a smile.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just worried there might have been a misunderstanding in the studio earlier. You know how girls can hold grudges."

"Really now?"

Rupert didn't elaborate, but those two words were enough to make Bridget feel like he was siding with Sylvia. But she didn't dare show her disappointment. She clasped her hands together, maintaining a gentle smile.

"I guess I was overthinking it. I'll clear things up with her next time."

"Okay."

Rupert got into his car without another glance back and drove away.

Bridget watched the car disappear into the distance, a look of discontent on her face.

Not far away, the Simpson family's chauffeur was busy capturing the scene on his phone. He quickly sent the photos and video to an unknown number, soon receiving a hefty payment.

...

Early the next morning, the conference room at the Carmen Group was silent as a grave.

Just days ago, Hilbert had sat at the head of the table, basking in his own glory. Now, he sat further down with a sullen expression.

Warren also wore a dark look. Despite his pleading, Tristan had refused to help the Carmen Group. Now, they were left waiting for someone to come and buy them out, to take the helm, and dictate their future.

Warren's expression was as grim as a storm cloud, thinking of the opportunity that had slipped away like sand through his fingers.