Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 324

“You…” Bridget gritted her teeth, seething.

She never expected to be blackmailed by someone like Freya—a rat scurrying in the gutter, of all people.

Freya let out a light laugh. “Ms. Simpson, don’t do anything rash. I don’t have much to lose, you know. But if I go down, I’ll make sure I take someone with me.”

Bridget clenched her fists. She wasn’t afraid of a dog that barked all the time—it was the stray dogs that bite you out of nowhere that worried her.

She took a steadying breath. “I’ll transfer the money in a minute.”

“Thank you, Ms. Simpson.” Freya ended the call with a smirk.

Bridget stared at her phone, fully aware that this leech’s appetite would only grow with time.

And it was all Sylvia’s fault.

If it weren’t for Sylvia, Freya would never have dared to cross her like this.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Caleb.

“Hey babe, are you free tonight?”

Bridget was about to reply “no,” when a new idea popped into her head.

“Actually, I am. But… I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything for you. My life is yours!”

…

The next morning, Sylvia caught a cab to the airport.

About ten minutes later, Eloise and Bridget arrived, one after the other.

Eloise gave a few quick reminders and ushered them onto the plane.

Bridget had booked business class for the three of them—it was more spacious and comfortable.

But for some reason, Sylvia found herself seated quite far from the others.

She understood why as soon as the passenger next to her sat down.

A middle-aged man in an expensive suit took the seat beside her. From the moment he sat down, his eyes were glued to Sylvia, only breaking eye contact to give her a not-so-subtle once-over, sizing up her figure with the entitled gaze of a rich guy shopping for a trophy wife.

He was clearly hinting at something.

Sylvia shoved the card back at him. “No thanks. Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

Not waiting for a reply, she practically leapt out of her seat and slipped away, shutting herself into the bathroom.

“Sorry!” she blurted out.

“Ms. Lloyd? What are you doing here?” The man blinked in surprise.

“Orson? You’re here too?”

“I’m traveling with Mr. Rupert. He’s up in first class, and I’m just delivering some files to a colleague.” Orson held up a folder as proof.

“Oh, right. I won’t keep you, then.”