Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 295

Suddenly, Bridget lunged forward, catching Sylvia off guard as she yanked her scarf with a ferocity that pulled Sylvia right into her face.

In the tussle, the scarf slipped down, revealing a set of bite marks on Sylvia's neck.

Bridget's eyes narrowed with a fierce intensity, her grip tightening.

"Still wearing it, huh? Afraid people won't know you're a tramp? Hand it over!"

Sylvia felt a sharp pain in her neck but gritted her teeth and twisted Bridget's wrist in response.

Despite her privileged upbringing as a delicate heiress, Bridget was no match for Sylvia's strength.

Sylvia glared icily at her. "What’s the matter? Mr. Rupert didn’t buy you a scarf? No worries, you can demand more in the dowry."

With a forceful shove, she pushed Bridget's hand away.

Bridget shot Sylvia a venomous look, but then, as if on cue, she let out a derisive smirk and collapsed dramatically into a nearby plant stand.

"Ah!"

Bridget screamed, clutching her head as she hit the floor, blood trickling down her forehead.

The commotion drew everyone from the conference room.

"Ms. Simpson, what happened?"

A colleague hurried to help Bridget up.

Bridget's face was pale, her eyes misty with tears of supposed innocence, yet she spoke with a calming air.

"I just lost my balance. Don't, don't blame Sylvia."

Sylvia had just lowered her hand, but to the others, it looked like a guilty gesture.

She had no intention of getting caught in a cycle of defending herself, so she stated flatly, "We can check the security cameras to see what really happened."

A coworker chimed in with a sardonic tone, "Because of the incident with Freya, Ms. Eloise decided to upgrade to better surveillance. The old cameras were taken down last night. Aren't you just stating the obvious?"

Sylvia glanced up, realizing the camera that used to hang there had indeed been removed.

"Ouch… My head hurts. I feel so dizzy."

With that, she slumped against Rupert, her lips pale, tears perfectly timed to roll down her cheeks, making her look utterly pitiful.

Rupert frowned, his expression icy and intimidating, as he scooped Bridget into his arms.

Sylvia pressed her lips together, raising her voice to explain desperately, "She was the one who—"

Rupert cut her off immediately. "Sylvia, remember to apologize."

Sylvia froze.

He hadn't even asked for an explanation, already passing judgment.

Just like always, whenever Bridget was involved, Sylvia was the one who ended up at fault.

Rupert carried Bridget past Sylvia without a backward glance, leaving her standing there, bearing the weight of everyone’s scornful stares.