Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 2

The coldness in her eyes startled the man, and he shook his head repeatedly. "No… no, you don't."

Vivienne's patience finally ran out. The man's reaction had already told her what a foolish decision it had been to come to the hospital today. But she had finally worked up the courage to leave the house, and she couldn't bear the thought of going back with nothing.

She stood up, issuing a command from above. "Just write the prescription."

"Huh?" the man stammered.

Vivienne's tone was casual. "Risperidone, Blonanserin, whatever. If it doesn't kill it, it'll kill me."

The pen clattered to the floor.

Vivienne crossed her arms, her gaze sweeping over him with a hint of scrutiny. "If you keep this up, I'm going to start doubting your professional competence."

The man snapped back to reality and immediately bent down to pick up his pen. As he leaned over, his eyes caught a glimpse of a pair of luminous, fair calves, but he quickly looked away. A beautiful view was one thing, but he valued his life—and his career—far more than a fleeting glance at a forbidden siren.

This young Mrs. Ravenshire was no sweet, innocent girl. She had started as an adopted daughter of the Ravenshire family, and within ten years, she had become the new wife of the family's head. Rumor had it that her heart was as black as she was beautiful, and anyone who crossed her met a bad end.

"Yes, yes! It's no trouble at all, Wesley. You're too kind. Goodbye." The man was practically bowing to the phone, fawning even more than he had with her.

It went without saying that "Wesley" was the glassy-eyed Wesley Crain, Alaric Ravenshire’s personal lapdog.

Vivienne's lips curled into a cold smirk. She pulled a pair of limited-edition sunglasses from her diamond-encrusted purse and put them on. In their three years of marriage, Alaric had never once called her. Now he was having his dog track her movements. How flattering.

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