Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 329

A moment later, he picked up his coffee mug, took a slow sip, and said evenly, “Have a few of them keep an eye on Sylvia.”

“The new Ms. Lloyd?” The butler sounded like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

“That’s right.”

Tristan looked up; the message was unmistakable in his eyes.

The butler paused, then quickly bowed his head in agreement.

…

Early evening.

Sylvia had changed into something understated: a simple navy dress, minimal makeup, nothing flashy. She wasn’t about to outshine anyone—after all, she was just one of Eloise’s employees.

Just as she was about to leave, her phone buzzed with a trending headline:

"Mr. Rupert and Bridget Spotted Cozying Up All Afternoon."

Sylvia only had to glance at it—she knew exactly what was going on. She swiped the notification away, ignored it, and calmly slipped into her heels before walking out her room.

She barely stepped into the elevator when Eloise appeared.

Eloise looked effortlessly chic in a tailored jumpsuit, a stack of pearl necklaces at her V-neck. She was the picture of elegance and efficiency.

She gave Sylvia a quick once-over. “You really didn’t have to dress so plain.”

Sylvia smiled. “Honestly, I prefer it this way.”

Eloise was a bit taken aback by her sincerity, but decided not to push it.

Checking her watch, Eloise let out a sigh, “Where the hell is Bridget? She was the most eager before we left, but now she’s nowhere to be found.”

Right on cue, Bridget came sweeping down the hall in a white off-the-shoulder gown. Highlighter shimmered on her collarbones, catching the light from afar—but around her neck, she’d inexplicably tied a thin red velvet ribbon.

It was anyone’s guess if she wanted to draw attention to her neck or her collarbones.

Bridget stopped in front of them, cheeks flushed. “Ms. Eloise, I’m really sorry, but I can’t join you at the dinner tonight. Mr. Rupert asked me to accompany him to a business event.”

Eloise frowned. “You could’ve given me a heads up. This is a work trip, not a vacation, Bridget.”

If there was ever a moment Sylvia wanted to roll her eyes, it was now.

Before she could react, she felt a cold, steely gaze land on her.

“You sure know how to talk,” Rupert said drily.

“Thanks,” Sylvia replied, lips pressed in a polite smile. She turned to Eloise. “Ms. Eloise, I’ll go outside and check on the car.”

Just as she was leaving, Bridget called after her, voice sweet as syrup: “Sylvia, have a great night!”

Sylvia ignored her and strode out of the hotel lobby.

A minute later, Rupert and Bridget emerged. Without a glance her way, they slid into a waiting car and drove off.

A few seconds passed before Eloise came out, just finishing a phone call.

“Sylvia, change of plans. They just called—dinner’s at a different place now.”