Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 190

Just then, a slant of moonlight spilled across the easel behind her, bringing the painted moon to vivid life.

Cyril lowered his gaze and stepped into the Blackbriar Wing.

"Mr. Cyril, you're finally home."

Lennox stepped forward immediately, his face lined with concern as he reached for Cyril's backpack.

Cyril shook his head. "Not this time."

"Mr. Cyril, you're hurt." Lennox finally noticed the dark bruise blooming at the corner of Cyril's mouth.

Cyril nodded dismissively. "It's nothing. Lennox, please fetch the first-aid kit and some bandages."

Lennox nodded. "Rest in your room, sir. I'll bring it right up."

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The moment Cyril entered his bedroom, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and answered with a mild tone. "Dad."

Standing on the top floor of the Merriton Tower, Dorian Ravenshire held a glass of red wine, gazing down at the river below.

"How is it? Are you adjusting to the new school?"

Cyril pulled up the hem of his white dress shirt, revealing the hard lines of his torso. His abdomen and waist were mottled with angry red swelling and dark bruises.

The teenager's eyes were ice-cold. "It's not bad."

"And how are you getting along with Alaric?" Dorian asked.

Cyril paused for a moment before offering an objective assessment. "He's easy enough to deal with."

Dorian sounded satisfied. "I'll be going overseas on business soon, so you'll need to handle things yourself. Remember your place. Don't stick your neck out, and definitely don't try to outshine Alaric. While I'm gone, don't give anyone a reason to use anything against you."

"I understand, Dad." Cyril's eyes were devoid of emotion as he calmly ended the call.

"Sir," Lennox's voice called from outside the door.

"Enough. Just don't let my words go in one ear and out the other. Next time you cause a disaster, I won't be bailing you out!"

Hanging up, Victoria's mood instantly flipped. She even began waltzing around the living room.

It really was her!

Cyril pulled off the headphones and closed the surveillance window.

The moment he had found his backpack filled with Red-necked Keelbacks, he suspected Victoria was pulling the strings.

The snakes weren't highly venomous, many people kept them as pets, but they were lethal to anyone with severe allergies.

Victoria knew he was allergic to seafood and specific toxins, which was why she egged Harrison on to do her dirty work. Even if things went south and they were caught, they could just brush it off as a harmless prank.

Then there were the thugs who cornered him at the school's back gate today. Based on their combat skills, they clearly weren't local street punks. What kind of ordinary thug carried professional military-grade combat knives?

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