Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 179

Hearing this, Cyril froze and bowed his head once more. "Whatever you ask of me, Grandpa."

Vivienne racked her brain, trying to remember exactly what Caspian had said next.

"Promise me, Cyril... as long as I draw breath, you will never set foot in Athelvia again, and you will never return to Evershade City."

And how had Cyril reacted?

He had just smiled faintly and replied with a simple, "I promise."

She remembered perfectly that back then, Caspian's favoritism toward Cyril rivaled his love for Alaric. If Cyril hadn't suddenly screwed up, the race for the next patriarch would have been a dead heat.

Caught up in the drama of her past life, she had been so ecstatic about Cyril's exile that she almost threw a party.

But looking at it now with a bird's-eye view, the timing was far too perfect.

The exact same year Cyril was banished from Athelvia was the year Serena orchestrated the trap that landed Vivienne in Alaric's bed. To quell Alaric's fury over the scandal, Caspian used their engagement banquet to officially name Alaric the next head of the Ravenshire family.

Skipping an entire generation to crown a grandson as the patriarch—that news had sent shockwaves through all of Athelvia.

So... that year was actually the definitive starting point for both Alaric's golden era and Cyril's underdog arc?

Because the male leads had finally come of age, the narrative stepping stones needed to be cleared out. As long as Grandpa was alive, Alaric couldn't assume total control, and Cyril couldn't make his triumphant return?

It was just more disgusting plot armor.

Vivienne narrowed her eyes, her manicured fingers tapping rhythmically against the table.

In her previous life, she had been trapped in her own role. Even though she knew how events unfolded, she only understood them from a pawn's perspective. If only she had a way to unlock more of the plot from a god's-eye view.

*Bzzzt— Bzzzt—*

Her phone vibrated on the table.

Vivienne glanced at the screen, a dark undercurrent swirling in her eyes.

Ever since Serena showed up at the hospital, Vivienne knew someone was pulling her strings from the shadows. Since they were completely at odds and Serena refused to disappear, any remaining shred of mother-daughter civility was dead.

So, Vivienne had decisively forged a fake identity, passed the financial verification, and infiltrated the high-end club Serena frequented. Before Serena even met Leo, Vivienne had already bought him out.

None of the system's quests could be completed overnight. She refused to remain passive while she waited, so she planned to use Leo to reel in whoever was backing Serena.

But while the plan was flawless, reality was painfully tight. Staring at her rapidly depleting bank account, Vivienne felt a massive headache coming on.

To fully buy Leo's loyalty, she had already burned through hundreds of thousands of dollars. Unlike true heiresses like Bianca or Aurelia, she used to surrender her entire monthly allowance to Serena, leaving her with barely any liquid cash. She had to pawn off a ton of designer bags and jewelry just to scrape this much together.

"Sigh..."

Vivienne gently stroked the Little Stray, deep in thought. "Keeping a college boy is entirely too expensive. I need to find a way to make some real money."

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