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Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 234
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Chapter 234 Sylvia couldn't afford to linger any longer. Once she was sure no one was around, she quickly slipped out, intending to make a run for it, but a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

Gritting her teeth, she hobbled to the edge of the artificial lake. She had to lie on her stomach, stretching most of her body out over the water, to fish out her phone. But it had been submerged too long and wouldn't turn on. Looks like she'd have to find a phone repair shop.

Pushing herself up, she was eager to get moving, but as soon as she took a step, the pain in her ankle was excruciating, forcing her to crouch down.

Sylvia pulled up her pant leg and realized that she had twisted her ankle earlier and then worsened it by crouching awkwardly in the bushes. Her ankle was now swollen and throbbing.

But this was no place to stick around.

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She limped her way out of the hospital, taking care to use the side exit to avoid running into Bridget.

Once outside, she decided not to bother with a repair shop. Instead, she went straight to the nearest electronics store and bought an identical phone, fitting it with her old case.

Sure enough, as soon as she powered it up, there were ten missed calls from Bridget and a slew of frantic messages on Twitter.

Clearly, someone had tipped Bridget off, and she was worried Sylvia might have been seen with a man, prompting her to check with the most suspicious person she knew-Sylvia.

Sylvia opened Twitter, and Bridget's messages popped up: "Where are you?" "The stusaid you left; where did you go?" "Say something, I need to talk to you!" "Why is your phone off?" All demanding explanations from Sylvia.

Sylvia called Bridget back.

Bridget answered immediately, "Sylvia! Where have you been? Why was your phone off?" Sylvia feigned confusion, "Ms.

Simpson, you took the day off, but I still have work! My phone died earlier, and it took ages to find a place to rent a power bank. What did you need? I'm rushing back to the studio." "What were you doing out?" Bridget's voice softened.

"Delivering a custom dog outfit for Bailey. She wanted srhinestones added, and askedto help design something flashy," Sylvia replied smoothly, despite making it up on the spot.

She wasn't worried about Bridget checking with Bailey; Bridget wouldn't risk another confrontation with Bailey, who could easily humiliate her.

"Dog outfit!" Bridget's voice went shrill with frustration.

Holding the phone away from her ear, Sylvia said, "So what did you needfor? If it's nothing urgent I've got to hang up. I'm exhausted; my phone died while getting a cab, and Thad to walk a long way to find a power bank." This was all part of Sylvia's plan to sound like she was just venting casually, which seemed to calm Bridget a bit. Bridget then said, "Mr. Rupert arranged afternoon tea for me, and I'm heading to the company now. I wanted you to try it too, so hurry back." Without giving Sylvia a chance to decline, Bridget hung up.

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Afternoon tea? As if Bridget would ever be that thoughtful.

Sylvia pondered for a moment before quickly leaving the store, leaning against the wall for support.

Bridget was calculating travel time.

Sylvia realized she had slipped up by О • up mentioning Bailey's company, which was conveniently close to the studio-a mere twenty-minute drive, even with traffic. But for Sylvia, getting a cab from the hospital's busy area to the stuwould take at least forty minutes without traffic.

Never underestimate Bridget!

Out the door, Sylvia hailed a cab and offered the driver extra to take the less congested back roads. Even so, her phone calculated a forty-three-minute journey to the company.

The driver glanced back apologetically. "Miss, we're already making good time! we'd taken the main road, we'd be stuck for at least another ten minutes." Sylvia urged, "Please, sir, I need to be there in thirty minutes. Can you think of anything?" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1