SWNOVELS Chapter 162
Tristan called the butler to take out the trash.
"Get rid of this mess, it's ruining the vibe." "Right away, sir."
In front of Rupert, the butler tore up the papers from the trash, crumpled them into balls, and then stuffed them all into a shiny black garbage bag before leaving the study.
Tristan picked up his coffee mug and gently blew on it, his voice serious, "This partnership is crucial. Don't mess it up. Bridget is your fiancée, and her reputation reflects on you. Don't give anyone a reason to talk." "Got it, I'll be off then."
Rupert got up and left.
...
In the garden.
Sylvia had taken a nap in the afternoon and started sketching designs after dinner. That was when Naomi came in with a plate of fruits.
Holding out a piece of fruit with a fork meant for Sylvia's lips, she flaunted the large ring on her finger.
Sylvia took a bite, "Did Edwin give this to you?"
Naomi covered her mouth with a giggle, "No, the Simpsons sent it over as an apology. Miriam bought it at an auction a couple of months ago and never wore it once before giving it to me."
"Mom, don't get carried away. They're just trying to impress Tristan with their gifts."
Sylvia tried to warn her, afraid Naomi might let her guard down. A gemstone ring was nothing compared to Bridget's status as Rupert's fiancée.
They were just playing a high-stakes game.
Naomi waved her hand dismissively, "I'm not foolish, but it does please me to see them bleed a bit. They've been so arrogant since they had Rupert's backing! Luckily, Rupert seems to care less about them now!" Hearing this, Sylvia paused mid-bite.
"What do you mean by that, Mom?"
Naomi touched the ring, leaning back in her chair with a content smile.
"My dear, how come you're more out
of the loop than I am? Bridget has been in the scandal sheets lately. Even though she's tried to clear things up, her image has taken a hit.
If it were before, Rupert would have stepped in to defend her, but this time he hasn't lifted a finger. Lots of people are saying they're on the
rocks. ve
It would be better if they split. Without Rupert's support, what's the Simpson family? Let's see how they strut around then!"
Sylvia bit her lip at those words.
On the rocks?
At Camellia Manor, when Bridget's room was searched, Rupert indeed did nothing to stop it. That didn't seem like him. Just then, Sylvia's phone pinged with a notification.
She usually ignored these alerts, but this time, she felt compelled to check.
A photo popped up, the fireworks in it nearly lighting up the entire sky. Below them stood a couple, Bridget and Rupert.
In the photo, the man looke
the sky, his usually cold public demeanor replaced by a gentle smile. Bridget, on her tiptoes planted a kiss on his cheek.
The comments below were all envious.
"Who says Rupert and Bridget are having trouble? Today's fireworks were Rupert's way of cheering up his fiancée."
"So romantic, only Bridget can make Rupert smile like that."
"This is like something out of a fairy tale."
Then, Bridget, the woman of the hour, responded.
"Thank you for your concern, Rupert and I are doing great. Please don't be fooled by the false information on the internet."
It meant that her relationship with Rupert was very strong, and the previous rumors about her were untrue.
With the news of Rupert setting off fireworks to cheer up his fiancée, the negative comments about Bridget disappeared within hours.
Sylvia put down her phone, chuckling, "Mom, they're doing just fine. No need for you to worry."
Naomi sat up, grabbed her phone to check, and started pacing the room in frustration.
"What's so great about Bridget? You and Rupert were clearly..."