Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 29

Sylvia found herself reluctantly following Rupert to Bridget's apartment.

As they stepped out of the elevator, the sight that greeted them was sporadic drops of blood on the floor and red spray paint splattered across the door. The scene was downright horrifying.

Before Sylvia could even process the situation, Rupert had already stormed into the apartment, accompanied by the sounds of a man's screams and Bridget's sobs. "Rupert! I'm so scared! I..."

Bridget's cries snapped Sylvia back to reality, and she hurried into the apartment.

Lying on the floor was a man with a menacing look in his eyes, spitting out blood and clutching a switchblade in his hand.

Across from him, Bridget was holding her bleeding arm, weakly leaning into Rupert's embrace with her beautiful face marred by sadness.

The man on the floor hurled insults at Bridget, "Slut! Since you're so good at sleeping with men, what's wrong with giving me some good time, huh? You're just that kind of woman!" Bridget protested through tears, "No, that's not true. I'm not..."

The man scoffed, "Save it! The internet is buzzing with rumors about you! Someone told me you're easy! Plus, there's always men coming and going from your place, quit playing the innocent!"

Bridget grabbed Rupert's shirt in panic, "You...you've been spying on me! The only man who visits is Rupert. Why are you slinging mud at me? My place has security cameras; everything can be checked!" The man hesitated, his gaze shifting away briefly. Sensing his movement, Rupert called to the person outside, "Orson."

Orson appeared in a flash, swiftly pinning the man to the ground before he could react.

""Who sent you?"

The man was stubborn, spitting out blood but refusing to speak.

Sylvia couldn't shake off a feeling that the man glanced at her momentarily.

Perhaps it was her past experiences making her overly cautious. Just that one look made her sense things were amiss.

She clenched her purse tighter, instinctively looking towards Rupert.

Rupert was shielding Bridget as if she were a precious gem, holding her close with his long-fingered hands.

Just like in the past, as she met Bridget and her son, his first instinct was to protect Bridget, leaving Sylvia with nothing but a stern warning.

Now, he looked down at the man with chilling eyes that sent shivers down one's spine.

The man, finally showing fear, eyes dripping with dread, attempted to escape. But Rupert stepped on his spine, increasing the pressure without a hint of emotion.

The man screamed in agony, "Ah! Let me go! I'll talk, I'll talk."

""Who?" Rupert demanded, his gaze impassive.

Trembling, the man pointed at Sylvia, "It was her! She gave me Bridget's address, and she told me I could do whatever I wanted to Bridget."

Sylvia was stunned.

Bridget, on the verge of collapsing, accused, "Sylvia, how...how could you? Just because I exposed your fertility drug scandal in the Garcia family? If he had succeeded, my life would be over." Hearing this, Sylvia opened her mouth to speak but felt an overwhelming pressure suffocating her.

Her chest felt like it was bearing the weight of the world, making it impossible to breathe or defend herself.

Suddenly, the man on the floor seized the switchblade and lunged at Bridget, "Bitch! I should thank Sylvia for leading me to you. I've always hated flirtatious women like you, now die!" "Ah!" Bridget screamed.

Rupert reacted instantly, kicking the man towards Sylvia. Caught off guard, Sylvia could only raise her hand to block, inadvertently locking eyes with the man.

She saw a triumphant smirk flash across his face.

"Ah!"

A cut opened up on Sylvia's palm, blood gushing out immediately.

The sight was filled with red; the cut was far more severe than Bridget's superficial wound, so deep that for a moment, Sylvia couldn't even feel the pain.