Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 108

Miriam hesitated, sparking curiosity all around as eyes turned towards Edwin and Naomi.

Naomi's face was ghostly pale, making her lips appear strikingly red. Edwin quickly took her hand, his usually composed face now clouded with embarrassment. He wanted to say something, but given his blackout from the night before, all he had were Naomi's words to go by—hardly enough to convince anyone.

That's when Sylvia gave him a look, prompting a subtle nod from Edwin. "It's alright."

"Thank goodness, or I'd feel terribly guilty," Miriam dramatically placed a hand over her heart.

Tristan frowned, probing, "What's going on?"

Miriam looked troubled. "I heard Mr. Edwin was keen on landing a deal with a potential client, so I arranged a dinner. But, as it turns out, Mr. Edwin and Mrs. Naomi had a bit too much fun. I had no choice but to send the client away early.

Next thing I know, Mrs. Naomi and Mr. Edwin were tumbling into the dumpster- buzzing with flies and smelling positively dreadful. I just had to ask if they were okay. Isn't that right, Mrs. Naomi?"

The room went quiet, many faces wrinkled in disgust at Naomi.

Naomi bit her lip, silent and visibly dimmed.

Bridget, in an apparent attempt to keep the peace, chided Miriam, "Mom, it's not like Mrs. Naomi did it on purpose. She's not used to the business social scene."

The underlying message was clear- Naomi messed up both the deal and their reputation by getting drunk and dragging Edwin into a dumpster—what a joke.

Tristan slammed his fork down, turning to Rupert. "Is this true? Or are they fabricating stories?"

Bridget looked at Rupert with pleading eyes, "Rupert, my mom isn't lying."

Rupert, casually sipping his coffee, replied indifferently, "Yes."

Across the table, Sylvia's heart sank upon hearing his confirmation.

In her tirade, she grabbed the steaming soup in front of her and hurled it at Bridget and Miriam. The large table, slowly revolving, made her wait an extra minute for the dish to reach her. The sticky, scalding soup was perfect for silencing the duo.

Bridget and Miriam barely had time to react before the soup drenched them, their shrieks echoing through the room. Even Rupert, leisurely enjoying his coffee, was splashed, raising an eyebrow at Sylvia as he flicked the soup off his suit.

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat, but the Simpson family’s frantic screams quickly snapped her back to reality.

"Ah! It burns! Help!"

"Sylvia, you…" Bridget's face was set for a dramatic scene, but today...

Today was Sylvia's stage! Not giving Bridget a chance, Sylvia climbed onto the table, grabbing leftover food to hurl at Bridget.

A chicken bone, left by someone, landed perfectly in Bridget's open mouth.