Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 200

What happened next?

Vivienne recalled the memory with a heavy sigh.

Even though the drugs had completely scrambled her brain, she vividly remembered wrestling with Alaric for ages, barely managing to pull one side of his robe down before her vision went black and she passed out.

When she woke up, only Grandpa was by her side. Realizing she had made a catastrophic mistake, she clung to his hand, begging for forgiveness.

But Grandpa simply patted her head, asking as casually as if commenting on the weather, "Vivi, do you like Alaric?"

She froze, completely unsure of how to answer. She was too terrified to speak.

Grandpa had already guessed her answer. He let out a long sigh. "If you can't be my granddaughter, then you'll be my granddaughter-in-law. Don't worry, Grandpa is here."

"No, Grandpa, I want to be your granddaughter! I didn't... I... Grandpa, I don't want to get married. I want to be your granddaughter forever."

Grandpa patted her hand gently, his tone weighted with resignation. "Listen to me, Vivi. Someone saw you and Alaric last night. Now the entire social circle knows you two were alone together in a hotel room. Alaric is going into politics; he can't be tainted by an incest scandal."

With red eyes, she tried to explain, "But Grandpa, I was framed! I—"

"I know. Vivi, power is a double-edged sword. There are things even I cannot control. Lia is gone. Cyril is gone too. I can't let anything happen to either of you. So, I plan to announce your engagement to Alaric. It's the best option for both of you."

"Engagement?" She stared at him blankly. "Will Alaric agree? He doesn't like me at all."

Grandpa's answer had been simple: "He will."

Thinking back to that nightmare, Vivienne's mood plummeted. With a heavy sigh, she pulled a mint from her pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth.

The intense blast of peppermint shot straight to her brain, dragging her spiraling thoughts back to reality.

"Wow, this brand is really strong."

The assassin could have never guessed that forcing a terrified girl to look him in the eyes would be his ultimate undoing.

The moment Vivienne spun the camera around in the studio, she had instantly recognized those eyes. She seized the opportunity, baiting him into projecting his killing intent directly at Caspian.

Grandpa cherished her above all else. He would never let a threat to her life walk away, especially an assassin with murderous intent.

So, the moment the man walked out of the classroom, Vivienne already knew he was a dead man walking.

The real reason she had stayed in the studio was to test a theory.

She wanted to know what would happen to the plot if a key player died prematurely.

The Narrative Realm had just given her the answer: the storyline would reroute, and she would suffer no backlash.

This was incredible news for Vivienne. If this logic held true, all she had to do was find the mastermind who poisoned her, eliminate them the exact same way, and the plot would forever change.