Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 167

"Absolutely, I won't let you down."

Bridget slowly stood up, her nod was light and breezy, a smirk playing at her lips, dripping with sarcasm aimed at Bailey.

She had said it before - Bailey had no choice but to pick her design.

Showing up at every high-society ball wearing jewelry with a flower that had been a favorite of her late husband’s mistress had to have gotten under Bailey's skin, right?

But so what?

After all, she was Rupert's gal.

Christine, hearing the verdict, struggled to keep her cool. "Impossible! Bailey, how could you choose her design? She clearly..."

Bailey shot her a cold look. "What? Are you questioning me?"

Christine, caught off guard, immediately shook her head. "No, I just thought you would prefer Sylvia's design."

What a way to stir trouble.

Sylvia, ever the diplomat, smiled and said, "I respect Bailey's decision. I'll keep striving for better."

Bailey's expression softened, and with a cryptic gesture, she said, "I've got to run. We'll talk next time."

After Bailey left, Eloise scanned the trio.

"Sylvia, come with me. The rest of you, back to work."

Sylvia hummed in agreement and followed Eloise into her office.

Once seated, Eloise took a sip of her coffee, glancing at Sylvia from the corner of her eye.

"I'm impressed by your composure. Nothing you want to ask?"

"You think I would want to ask why Bailey chose Bridget? But I believe she has her reasons." Sylvia didn't press further.

Eloise nodded in approval. "I brought you here to let you know Bailey also chose your design, but I'd like you to keep it under wraps for now."

"Understood."

"Off you go, then." Eloise dismissed her with a wave.

Sylvia left the office and headed straight for the break room to get a glass of water to calm her nerves.

Bridget was no easy opponent.

With that, she left.

Christine glared at Sylvia's departing figure.

“Sylvia, for making me a laughingstock, I'll make you pay double!”

But before Christine could plot her revenge, Bridget made her move.

In the afternoon, Bridget offered to treat everyone to coffee.

A large iced latte 'accidentally' spilled over Christine's laptop, ruining nearly all her files.

As Christine screamed in panic, Bridget apologized with teary eyes on the side.

"Christine, I'll get you a better laptop."

Christine glared, but in Bridget's eyes, she saw only a warning and disdain.

And this was just the beginning...