Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 159

The moment she swung her legs out of bed, the door burst open.

A whole crowd surged in.

Along with Bridget and Freya, there were Christine, the butler, and even a few men in the mix. Bridget was leading the charge, her eyes darting across every inch of the room.

Sylvia looked at the butler, clearly annoyed, "What's the meaning of this? Is this how you treats your guests? What if I hadn't been dressed?"

The butler glanced at Bridget unwittingly, caught off guard.

As Rupert's fiancée, her wish was his command - how could he possibly offend her?

The butler darted his eyes, trying to shift blame, "Ms. Lloyd, I'm terribly sorry. Ms. Simpson was worried something might happen to you since you weren't answering. That's why she insisted I open the door."

Sylvia glanced at the clock, "It's just past seven. If I'm not answering, what do you think I'm doing besides sleeping? Even if you were concerned, couldn't you have just called?"

Bridget, retracting her investigative gaze, gritted her teeth, "Sylvia, I was just so worried I forgot. But...the moment we opened the door, you woke up. You weren't avoiding us on purpose, were you? Is there something in this room you didn't want us to see?" As she spoke, she shot a glance at Freya.

Before Sylvia could reply, Freya stepped in front of her, saying, "Why would Sylvia hide anything? Everything here belongs to Bailey. Ms. Simpson, please, let's not jump to conclusions. If you don't believe us, feel free to look around." Upon hearing this, the butler frowned.

Everything in the mansion, even the items in the guest rooms, was of great value. If something went missing on his watch, he'd be out of a job. He signaled to the men behind him with a look.

They checked the wardrobe, then the bathroom.

Finally, one of them announced, "Nothing out of the ordinary here, sir."

"That's impossible."

Bridget's expression froze, and she went to inspect the bathroom herself, even checking behind the towel rack.

Sylvia sat down at the foot of the bed leisurely, a cold smile on her face, "Ms. Simpson, you and your entourage burst into my room first thing in the morning to search for what exactly? Why don't you just tell me what you're looking for, and I'll help you find it."

Bridget's face turned ashen. Just then, a sultry, displeased voice echoed from the doorway. "Indeed, Ms. Simpson, why don't you tell me what you're looking for too? Maybe I can help." Everyone turned in surprise to see Bailey and Rupert standing side by side at the door.

Bridget immediately switched to a vulnerable persona, looking at Rupert with an aggrieved expression, It's all a

misunderstanding. I went in because I

I was worried about Sylvia

she looked suspicious, I thought she was hiding something. Considering albthe valuable artwork in Bailey's manor, if something was missing, it would reflect poorly on all of us, especially since we're here as your guests."

Bailey chuckled lightly, "Then I should thank you for your concern, Ms. Simpson."

Bridget felt a surge of gloat. It seemed Bailey wouldn't dare cross her; after all, she was Rupert's fiancée.

"It's the least I can do. As Rupert's fiancée, I have to look out for his reputation."

Bailey, playing with her ring, curled her lips up slightly, "So, Ms. Simpson, did your investigation turn up anything while making orders to my people?"

The way Bailey emphasized "my people" struck a nerve. Bridget's initial smile froze, and as she caught Rupert's imposing gaze, a chill went down her spine.

She quickly lowered her eyes, seething inwardly, "I overstepped. My apologies."

Bailey scoffed, not pressing further for the sake of Rupert though she'd never taken a liking for Bridget's pretentiousness.

"It's nothing. But to stir up such a fuss over a room...unless she were hiding a person."

Her laughter was light, hand covering her mouth.

Bridget struggled for breath, infuriated.

So, the old fox knew everything and was mocking her!

Bailey, subtly touching her earring, thought Bridget was indeed too young to keep her composure. If a few words could unsettle her, how would she handle what came next?

"Since you're so altruistically

concerned, Ms. Simpson, it wouldn't be fair to search only Ms. Lloyd's room. Otherwise, it might seem like I'm singling her out. So, everyone's room should be searched.