Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 79

It felt like an eternity before Rupert finally released Sylvia. She slumped against the wall, her breaths short and rapid. Her lips, flushed and slightly parted, tested Rupert's self-control, pushing it to the very edge of reason. He made to move closer again, but Sylvia sharply

turned her face away.

"What are you playing at? One moment cold, the next sweet?"

"What do you mean?" Rupert casually wiped the trace of blood from his lips, a testament to how hard she had bitten him in her anger.

Listening to his nonchalant tone, Sylvia glared at him. "Can you seriously stand there and play dumb? All the things you've done for Bridget, do I really need to spell them out for you? If you love her that much, why do you treat me this way? Am I really that worthless to you, to be used and trampled on at will? Can your love drama not involve me? I'm not interested in the slightest!

Thanks for the hangover cure. I'm fine now."

With those words, Sylvia brushed past him, not looking back as she left.

...

In the private room.

After Sylvia left, Rupert spilled his drink and headed to the restroom.

Bridget, worried after not seeing Rupert return, left the private room to use the restroom and overheard suppressed moans.

She knew exactly what those sounds meant, but she never imagined they would come from Rupert.

Rupert had always been reserved around her, never crossing any boundaries. She had thought it was just his nature, considering they were eventually to be married, and there would be plenty of opportunities for intimacy.

But here he was, visibly losing control over another woman, like a beast starved for its prey.

Bridget took a step forward but then hesitated, choosing not to reveal her presence. She glanced at Sylvia, scoffed quietly to herself, and turned back toward the private room.

Upon entering, Bridget saw those three lecherous men eyeing her.

"Ms. Simpson, did you see Sylvia? What took her so long? She didn't pass out in the restroom, did she?"

Bridget clenched her jaw. How was she any less than Sylvia, that everyone seemed so concerned about her?

With that thought, she forced a smile. "No, just touching up her makeup. Seems like she's really putting in the effort for tonight's celebration."

Women dress to impress. The men nodded, assuming Sylvia was primping for them.

Bridget glanced around, pointing at the nearly drunk principal.

"Is our principal alright? Maybe we should send him home to rest if he's that drunk."

"We'll take care of him." The others stood up to assist the principal out of the room, eager to escape the brewing drama.

This left Bridget alone with those

three men. She raised her glass towards them. "Gentlemen, this drink is on behalf of Sylvia. Please, take good care of her in the future."

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She downed a small shot of whiskey, grimacing slightly as if it were unpleasant.

The leading man chuckled. "Ms. Simpson, you're too kind to Sylvia. But, if we're to look after her, she should be the one drinking to show sincerity."

Bridget, pretending to be tipsy, said, "Sylvia really appreciates you guys. She mentioned how honored she is to know you and would be delighted to get to know you better. Oh, I feel... a bit dizzy..." en FindNovel

The men exchanged knowing glances, their smiles turning lewd.

Just then, Sylyia entered and noticed that their principal and the others were gone. The leering looks from the three men sent a shiver down her spine, and she immediately sensed something was terribly off.

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Before she could ask, a hand reached out, grabbing her and pulling her toward the table. "Come on, you haven't had your drink yet. Let's catch up," one of them said, his intentions clear.