Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 142

After escaping, Sylvia didn't dare stay at any hotel near the campus. Instead, she chose one closer to the studio.

Before getting into her ride, she glanced back at the intersection.

A luxury car pulled up. Rupert, clad in black, emerged from the corner and got into the vehicle.

As the car pulled away, a sliver of window lowered, revealing a pair of eyes. They stared at Sylvia with dangerous glint, sharp even in the dim light. It felt as if they were telling her she could never escape.

A shiver ran down Sylvia's spine, and she didn't look back as she left.

Meanwhile, Orson also got into a car.

"Mr. Rupert, Ms. Lloyd reported those guys for DUI, and she mentioned Freya's name as well."

Rupert, sitting in the backseat, slowly twisted his ruby ring and raised an eyebrow.

"She's gotten smart now. With her old temper, anyone could have taken advantage of her. She's... better off hidden away."

Orson frowned, cautiously adding, "Is Ms. Lloyd..."

"Hmm?" Rupert's cold interruption made Orson realize he had said too much, and he quickly changed the subject. "Bailey wants to meet you at Camellia Manor tomorrow."

"Got it."

...

Sylvia arrived at the studio early, eager not to miss the drama.

After clocking in, she headed to the restroom.

As she came out, she heard the commotion of women quarreling in the lobby.

"Slut! You couldn't keep it in your pants, could you? If it weren't for you, my husband wouldn't have been arrested for DUI!"

Sylvia made her way through the onlookers and saw Freya on the floor, her hair clutched tightly in another woman's grip. Her stilettos raised down on her, each kick with relentless fury. Even the princess-like shoes had become weapons, leaving scratches across Freya's skin. "No, it's not... Please..."

Freya always played the victim- lying on the ground, crying and trembling, without putting up a fight. All she could manage were denials, her sobs tugging at heartstrings.

In a college setting, justice-driven

male students might have rushed to

her rescue. But this was the workplace, where people avoided getting involved in matters that didn't concern them.

It wasn't until security came that the woman and Freya were finally separated.

Still seething, the woman pointed at Freya and accused, "This bitch had my husband take her out for dinner, tried to seduce him, and when that failed, she reported him for DUI." Freya sobbed. "It wasn't me. I didn't do it."

The woman scoffed. "Not you? You thought hiding your phone number would keep me from finding out? They said it was a woman named Freya Stewart - who else could it be but you?"

"Ma'am, you've got it all wrong. They

didn't invite me. It was her!" Freya

pointed at Sylvia, then tearfully added, "Sylvia, even though we're friends, t

can't lie for you anymore. It

was you they met last night, and it's your fault they got caught for DUI. I

can only help you so much."

Freya's scratched and pitiful face radiated an air of reluctant grievance, her performance strikingly convincing. Instantly, doubts were cast.

The male colleagues' wives, in particular, cast resentful glares at Sylvia.

Unfazed, Sylvia stepped forward confidently, offering a polite nod to the accusing woman.

"Yes, they said it was a colleague's dinner, but had to leave early for an errand. Many colleagues saw me

Actually, was Freya who

said she'd be thrilled to join them, so

that's probably why she went."

Thought her words were factual and backed by witnesses, her delivery subtly reshaped the narrative, implying that Freya has eagerly thrown herself into the situation.

The accusing woman's gaze hardened, and she raised her hand to slap Freya.

Freya tried to dodge, but Sylvia wouldn't let her escape so easily.

Pretending to be concerned, Sylvia rushed forward. "Don't hit my friend."

She quickly blocked Freya's path, allowing the woman to land several slaps on Freya.

"Ah!"

Freya's cries filled the air, her facade of the distressed damsel crumbling as she almost rolled on the ground in pain.

Seeing that Freya had learned her lesson, Sylvia called the guards to protect her.