Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 199

A man in a sharp black suit stepped out of the elevator.

He didn't pay them any attention, striding straight down the hall.

Vivienne kept her head down. As they brushed past him, she caught sight of a Lily Tattoo on his left ring finger.

She began to tremble violently. Terrified they would be discovered, the girl pinched Vivienne's arm to keep her focused.

The man stopped in front of the room Vivienne had just escaped from. He reached into his suit jacket, searching for his keycard.

Ding.

The elevator chimed again.

Realizing his card was missing, the man whipped his head toward the elevator doors.

"Stop right there!"

Vivienne shook uncontrollably. Through her blurred vision, she saw the man sprinting toward them in a murderous rage.

"Hurry! Close it!"

The girl slammed her hand against the close button.

Just as the man's fingers grazed the panel, the metal doors slid shut.

"Don't be afraid. This elevator requires a keycard to go up. I have his card, so he can't follow us immediately. We'll head to the top floor. Once we reach the banquet hall, we're safe."

Vivienne was shaking so hard her teeth chattered, unable to utter a single word.

Ding.

The elevator stopped on the thirty-second floor.

But the banquet hall was on the thirty-third.

Before either of them could react, the doors slowly opened.

A squad of men in black suits stood waiting, laser guns leveled directly at them.

The girl's face drained of color. She lunged for the close button, but a hand shot into the cabin, stopping her.

A man wearing a wolf-fang mask grabbed the girl's wrist, yanked her out of the elevator, and slammed her brutally onto the marble floor.

One of the men pinned her shoulder down with his boot while the others ruthlessly searched her. Within seconds, the girl was battered and her clothes were torn.

"Don't worry, Miss Lexton. We aren't the bad guys. But I'd advise you not to spout nonsense to the Elder Mr. Ravenshire. Otherwise, by tomorrow morning, the whole city will know you spent the night of the banquet hooking up with another man."

Vivienne didn't want to look, but she had no choice. Through her panic, a pair of horrifying, somber eyes burned into her memory.

After the man left, she crawled out of the elevator, sobbing uncontrollably.

At that exact moment, the display on the adjacent elevator began to move. It was coming up from the eighteenth floor—the floor she had just escaped from.

Her fragile grip on reality finally snapped. She stumbled frantically down the hallway.

There was only one presidential suite on the thirty-second floor. Her mind was a complete mess as she pounded hysterically on the heavy double doors.

Ding.

Just as the elevator doors slid open, the suite doors unlatched.

Alaric Ravenshire stood there in a bathrobe, his hair still damp. Drops of water slid down his collarbone and disappeared beneath the fabric.

Her last shred of sanity vanished. Driven by the drug, she threw herself at him like a starving animal, frantically tearing at his belt.

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