Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 328

Orson returned to Rupert’s side, his voice low. “Mr. Rupert, Ms. Lloyd left on her own.”

Rupert was silent for a few moments. “Have someone keep an eye on her.”

“Yes, sir. Also…” Orson leaned in and whispered a few words by his ear.

Rupert just nodded, his face unreadable.

He walked over to Bridget, reaching up to pull her bag from the overhead rack. As an afterthought, he draped his coat around her shoulders.

“It’s colder in Mountain City than in Kingstoria,” he remarked.

“Mhm,” Bridget murmured, cheeks pink and eyes shining with excitement.

People nearby couldn’t help but stare, some with obvious envy.

…

Sylvia grabbed her suitcase and found Eloise waiting.

Eloise stood alone.

“Bridget’s not coming with us.”

“I figured,” Sylvia replied, not surprised.

Just then, a commotion broke out across the terminal.

Rupert was leading Bridget out of the airport, hand in hand. It looked like a scene straight out of a celebrity tabloid—paparazzi, flashes, and an excited crowd.

Bridget glanced back at Sylvia, hugging Rupert’s coat tighter and half-hiding her face in the collar. Her eyes sparkled with triumph.

Rupert, meanwhile, didn’t even notice Sylvia—he was too busy shielding Bridget from the press, making sure no one got too close.

Sylvia tightened her grip on her suitcase and looked away.

“Ms. Eloise, let’s go.”

“Yeah, our ride should be here soon. Let’s head to the hotel, get some rest, and you can join me for dinner tonight,” Eloise said, checking her watch.

“Sounds good.”

…

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The Garcia Family.

The butler knocked and entered the study, handing a tablet to Tristan, who was enjoying a cup of Earl Grey.

“It’s Mr. Rupert and Ms. Simpson, sir. They’ve been in the same room all afternoon and haven’t come out.”

Tristan set his tea down and examined the photos online, his expression hard to read.

“So, he went through all this trouble just to help Bridget walk away unscathed?”

Tristan set the tablet aside, but his face remained tense.

“I just can’t figure Rupert out anymore. What does he really want?”

“Mr. Rupert has always been strict but protective with Ms. Simpson. If anything, it shows he truly cares for her,” the butler replied.

“Truly cares, huh?” Tristan tapped the screen, his face giving nothing away.