Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 111

In her memory, Vivienne had always been very dependent on Serena, almost blindly obedient to her mother. That was precisely why Bianca had looked down on her.

But now, she wasn't even answering Serena's calls?

The more Bianca thought about it, the more somber she became. Vivienne had said she was from ten years in the future and had already lived through everything.

She hadn't been specific at the time, so Bianca had naturally assumed she was only referring to their grandfather's death. But now, it seemed that "everything" encompassed far more than she had imagined.

So... what exactly had Vivienne been through?

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Meanwhile, at a luxury apartment overlooking the bay in Evershade City.

"The nerve of that girl! How dare she not answer my calls!" Serena roared, hurling her phone onto the sofa.

Isabella was so frightened by the ferocious look on Serena's face that she didn't dare approach. "Mom," she asked tentatively, "what are we going to do? If she won't answer your calls, does this mean we'll never be able to go back to Obsidian Estate?"

"That ungrateful brat," Serena muttered, closing her eyes and forcing herself to calm down.

A few months ago, she had followed a group of wealthy socialites into the stock market to make some quick money. At the time, Ethan's prospects were soaring, so they invested heavily in the pharmaceutical and real estate companies controlled by the Montclair family. Initially, she had only invested the private funds she’d managed to skim over the years from the Ravenshire family, planning to cash out after a big win. But once she started earning, she wanted more. Her gambles grew bolder, and she even took out high-interest loans.

Isabella watched with curiosity. "Mom, what's that?"

A pleased smile touched Serena's lips. "This should at least be enough to pay off our debts. Tidy yourself up tomorrow. We're going to Obsidian Estate."

"Really?!"

Isabella was so happy she could have jumped for joy. Not long ago, a close friend from school had asked to visit Obsidian Estate, and Isabella, worried about her expulsion being discovered, had been faking a long-term illness to put her off. If they could go to Obsidian Estate tomorrow, it would solve her immediate problem.

And there was more... An elegant, gentle face appeared in her mind, and her heart suddenly began to pound. She wondered if Cyril had been thinking about her.