NovelEnglishChapter 17
Sylvia left the office without a backward glance.
After the debacle with the Garcias, she knew she needed to keep her guard up around Bridget. When she
overheard Bridget on the phone to Rupert, crying about being slandered, Sylvia knew that Bridget and Freya
were up to something. Freya knew too much about her, including her diary.
After her one night of flirtation with Rupert, a diary entry accusing her of drugging him to share his bed surfaced
online - undoubtedly Freya's doing.
So, she had secretly switched her diary.
As these thoughts swirled in her mind, a shadow approached from behind - it was Freya.
Throughout their walk, Freya seemed hesitant, observing Sylvia, who, in contrast, appeared utterly unfazed by
the betrayal.
Just before they reached the dorm, Freya couldn't contain herself any longer. She grabbed Sylvia, her voice
trembling, "Sylvia, I'm sorry. You know my family's struggling, and I'm not brave. | can't afford to cross someone
like Bridget. They scaredinto submission." Sylvia didn't rush to cut ties with Freya - after all, she hadn't yet
seen Freya and Bridget turn on each other.
She sighed, feigning heartbreak, "Freya, | thought of you as a friend. How could you do this to me?"
"It was all Bridget, she madesay that. She threatened my graduation. My family has sacrificed so much for
my education. If | don't graduate, it would be unforgivable. Please can you believe me?"
Freya clutched Sylvia's hands, tears streaming down her face.
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Sylvia, playing along, wiped away her tears, "Freya, of course, | believe you. But be careful from now on."
Freya, still tearful, looked puzzled, "Careful of what?"
Sylvia's gaze subtly shifted to a figure alighting from a luxury car, cautioning, "Freya, Mr. Garcia belongs to
Bridget. Don't harbor any unrealistic fantasies. The way you looked at Mr. Garcia earlier was quite telling."
"Sylvia, don't be ridiculous." Caught in the act, Freya blushed deeply.
This bashful reaction was witnessed by Bridget.
Sylvia, pretending not to notice, ushered Freya into the dorm. Unbeknownst to her, someone from the luxury car
was also watching her.
Upon entering the dorm, Freya's phone buzzed. A quick glance at the message, and she put the phone right
away.
"Sylvia, | have to go, got something to attend to."
"Okay."
Sylvia watched as Freya hurried off, knowing Bridget was probably summoning her for a reckoning.
Entering their room, she found her roommates all gone.
Seated, Sylvia downed a large glass of water, thoughts of Rupert's sinister gaze chilling her to the bone. The
fear, the invisible pressure, made it hard to breathe.
She knew she couldn't leave any more leverage exposed.
Sylvia stood, took the switched diary, and stepped out, just in tto see Freya dash from the stairwell, one side
of her face swollen.
The catfight began.
She didn't call after Freya, instead heading to a secluded copse alone.
Opening the diary, pages filled with
her love for Rupert feos
After rok she closed her
eYed brie ly before setting the diary
on a pile of stones and lighting it. The
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The flames leapt up instantly, fanned by a gentle breeze, consuming page after page, turning her prolonged
secret affection to ash.
As the embers danced in the firelight,
a tall figure approached. Silently, he
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watched the diary syr@e. ofhing, his
gpze cod G3 the night. He walked up
to Sylvia, each step oppressing her,
and eventually trapped her in an
unstretchable spot. It was Rupert.
His long fingers brushed Sylvia's hair
aside, his finger pulp wi ing Hy enitie
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|ddeirt with intimacy, yet his eyes
sparkled with mockery. The content
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