Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

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Chapter 302 Chris pushed open a door at the very end of the hallway. On the other side was a small courtyard garden, connecting to the boss's office.

The garden's style was as modern and chic as the lobby outside-every tree and every little detail carefully designed, giving it a distinctive, almost artistic vibe.

It was almost like Chris himself: living two totally different lives that didn't seem to fit together at all.

Chris was in a hurry, so he didn't even notice Sylvia quietly slipping in behind him.

Sylvia ducked into the courtyard, hiding behind a decorative rock feature, only daring to peek out when she felt safe.

Bridget was already there, waiting under one of the trees.

Chris strode toward her, reaching for her hand, but Bridget swatted him away and dodged his touch.

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"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be busy feeding your little side chick?" Bridget spun around to leave, but Chris caught her around the waist, pulled her close, and kissed her hard, not caring who might see.

"Mmm-" Bridget struggled for a second, but when she felt his chest, all those hard muscles, she just melted against him. Her hand slid up to his body, almost involuntarily.

Chris chuckled, low and teasing. "Jealous, huh? Relax, Fanny means nothing to me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't give her the tof day." Bridget poked his chest, trying to sound haughty but unable to hide her playful irritation. "And who do you think you are? Why would I be jealous over you?" Chris grinned, grabbing her hand and kissing her fingers. "Who else could handle your high standards? Rupert? He won't even touch you-how's that supposed to satisfy you?" He kissed her again, and this tBridget didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair.

"Chris... I'm not sure my body can handle this right now..." she whispered breathily.

Chris's eyes were practically glowing. "Bridget, I can't help myself. We don't have to go all the way-there are other ways." They started kissing, losing themselves in each other, stumbling into the office as they tugged at each other's clothes.

Sylvia stayed hidden, not daring to follow in case she triggered skind of alarm.

She looked down at her phone. The video she'd taken was more than enough.

She hurried away, knowing she needed to send the footage to Fanny immediately-no tto waste. But she didn't want to give everything away just yet, so she only sent a carefully chosen clip.

Bridget's face was hard to make out, but the urgency and passion between her and Chris were obvious.

Knowing Fanny, she'd want to see for herself, and witnessing it in person would hit way harder than svideo. To cover her tracks, Sylvia used a burner account she'd bought online to send the video.

She planned to slip back to her spot and wait for the fallout.

But just as she started down the corridor, she spotted Fanny coming her way, looking around suspiciously.

Sylvia wasn't sure if Fanny would recognize her. If she did, Bridget might accuse Sylvia of setting her up, and Fanny might not believe her.

While Sylvia hesitated, a group of seven or eight stylish girls walked out of a nearby room. Sylvia quickly tagged along at the end of the group.

Fanny glanced dismissively at the lead girl and avoided them altogether.

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Once out of the corridor, Sylvia turned for a peek-and saw Eanny e frozen in place, staring at her phone.

Looks like she got the video.

As Sylvia tried to slip away, a woman with heavy makeup grabbed her arm.

"Where do you think you're going? Get in the VIP room! We've got m important guests tonight-don't mess this up!" Before Sylvia could protest, the woman shoved her inside.

By the tshe caught her balance she was lined up with the other She glanced up-and in the dim light, saw a man sitting in the shoo.

His expression was unreadable.

He held a cigarette between slender, almost elegant fingers, tapping it against his knee. Sraoke curled m around him as he looked up, his gaze cool and detached, flicking over Sylvia before moving on, as if she were just another stranger. Rupert.

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