Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 77

Passing by? Rupert, a man who barely had time to breathe between meetings, just happened to be passing by?

Yeah, right. Clearly, he's here for Bridget.

Bridget's casual mention of their shared route was no accident. She wanted everyone to know just how close she and Rupert were - a subtle demand for respect from the crowd.

And it worked like a charm.

"Rupert and Bridget are the picture of love," someone cooed.

"Absolutely, a match made in heaven. They're the envy of us all."

Just then, Sylvia entered, pushing the door open with a grace that immediately caught everyone's attention. The room, filled with alumni who had since become stars in their own right, couldn't help but stare. Their gazes lingered on her from head to toe - some discreet, while others blatantly ogled.

Sylvia, aware of the unwritten rules of this inner circle, nodded politely and made a beeline for the principal.

"Principal."

The principal, with a welcoming smile, gestured to the gathering. "Now that we're all here, let's take our seats. Mr. Rupert Garcia, this way, please."

As Rupert moved past Sylvia, an icy draft seemed to follow him, making her involuntarily clench her fists.

Bridget, Rupert's fiancée, naturally took her place by his side, second only to the principal in terms of status. She then took it upon herself to direct Sylvia to a seat among the guests.

"Sylvia, these gentlemen are distinguished alumni of our school. Sitting with them will be a great opportunity for you to learn."

Sylvia wanted to refuse but found herself pulled into a seat by one of the men.

"You wouldn't want to disappoint us, would you?" one of the men pressed.

"Sylvia, it's okay. We're all part of the same community. It's good to get to know each other," Bridget said softly, her tone at odds with the message she was sending. Bullets weren't hitting her, so she couldn't feel the pain.

Sylvia bit her lip, scanning the room for any ally.

The principal, already tipsy after several rounds, was out of the equation. The others, upon catching Sylvia's desperate look, quickly turned away, clearly unwilling to intervene against the influential trio pressuring her to drink.

Those three, not only famous but notoriously temperamental, were known for their cliquish behavior and for ostracizing anyone who dared to oppose them.

Finally, Sylvia's eyes met Rupert's. He casually leaned back,glancing back at her with a look of mocking amusement in his deep eyes.

Sylvia knew he was waiting for her to ask for his help...