Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

On the other side of town.

Chris glanced at Rupert, frowning, "She's lying."

"Yeah."

"Is she up to something again? The whole Carmen Group incident already got you into a fight. What if something else happens? What then?" Chris voiced his

concerns.

"I'll handle it," Rupert replied with a calm demeanor.

"Sure, she's gorgeous, but don't let that cloud your judgment. Besides, her situation is complicated," Chris reminded him again.

Rupert's expression changed slightly, "You're observant."

Chris clicked his tongue, "You're not mad about that too, are you?"

Rupert didn't respond, and together they headed towards the office.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes, as shifty as a sewer rat's, watched their every move.

It was Freya.

She had seen Rupert helping Sylvia out of the car and watched as Rupert's friend knelt to examine Sylvia's injury.

It all brought her back to when she first met Sylvia.

Back then, she had genuinely helped Sylvia, who was suffering from low blood sugar, but ever since that day, it felt like she'd been living a nightmare.

Freya had always been the cute, petite girl that guys adored.

When she first got to college, she was quite the popular one, and even at her part-time jobs, she'd receive little perks here and there.

But after meeting Sylvia, she became invisible.

Every guy who once liked her shifted their attention, and even after Sylvia rejected them, they seemed to enjoy the rejection.

Sylvia would pretend to have a secret admirer in front of Freya, but weren't all those guys just her conquests?

Freya despised Sylvia, yet she couldn't break away from her.

Because sticking around Sylvia brought benefits.

Like the gifts from those guys, and more importantly... Bridget.

The first time she received a thousand dollars from Bridget, she secretly vowed that one day, she'd

rise above and crush Sylvia beneath

her feet.

Everything had been going according to plan until Sylvia suddenly changed, and

even the renowned Mr. Rupert was at her beck and call!

Freya ripped at the leaves of a nearby tree, her face twisted with jealousy.

Taking a deep breath, she followed the two men.

By the time Sylvia was wheeled into Chris's office by Orson, her injuries had been fully treated.

The nurse was incredibly gentle and professional, and Sylvia hadn't felt any pain during the process.noveldrama

Even the pain in her foot had subsided a bit on the way over.

Orson parked the wheelchair by Chris's desk and handed over the scans.

Chris, who was sipping tea with Rupert, took the scans and instinctively held them up to the light.

He squinted, his facial features twisting oddly.

"Hang on, my contact lenses are acting up."

He held one eye open while fiddling with the lens, but it still felt uncomfortable.

In the end, he just took them out and pulled a pair of glasses from the drawer.

Sylvia blinked at the sight of Chris wearing glasses, slightly taken aback, "Are you... nearsighted?"

Actually, Chris was quite handsome, born into a wealthy family and groomed with a top-notch education, which made him stand out in any crowd.

With glasses, he looked less like the joker he usually was and more

refined, the tall frame in a whical nee

coat

lending him an intellectual charm.

But compared to his wild demeanor when around Bridget, something was missing.

Turns out, the ruggedly handsome guys really do have a certain appeal.

But which was the real Chris?

Could he possibly have a split personality?

Chris adjusted his glasses, "Nearsighted? Try over a thousand

in each eye. Bet you couldn't tell

right? +usually wear contacts, so my eyes and nose haven't changed

shape."

Sylvia stood frozen, processing the revelation.