Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 203

"Tch, he's just an illegitimate son. Don't forget who the Montclair family's matriarch is."

Illegitimate son?

"I'm going to check it out." Without a second thought, Sienna threw open the door and stepped out, accidentally crashing directly into someone. "Oh, I'm sor—"

"Watch it! If you hurt Preston, can you afford the medical bills?"

"Girl, that trick is so overplayed. Try something new."

The dismissive attitude made Sienna uncomfortable, but knowing she was at fault, she didn't argue. She stepped back, her expression cool. "I apologize. I didn't see you there."

The driver was terrified. He immediately killed the engine and scrambled out. "Miss, are you alright?"

Preston Everhart rubbed his numb shoulder, offering a warm, polite smile. "I should be the one apologizing. They just have no filter. They didn't mean anything by it. Are you okay?"

Sienna's expression softened. "I'm fine. But really, I'm sorry." She nodded politely, then dashed toward the crowd.

"Preston, they're all flocking to see that Cyril kid."

"Have you guys noticed? Cyril looks at everyone with that sickeningly affectionate gaze. I swear he's copying Preston's style."

Preston just chuckled softly. "Is that right?"

Back in the parking lot.

"Cyril, seeing as our families are connected through marriage, don't say I didn't give the Ravenshires any face," Harrison sneered. "You thoroughly humiliated me today. Get on your knees and wipe my shoes, and we'll call it even." Harrison dug his limited-edition sneaker harder into the Maybach's hood.

"Wow! So generous of you, Harrison!" Bernard Whitmore jeered from the sidelines. "Cyril, what are you waiting for? Wipe his shoes and apologize!"

Lennox narrowed his eyes, studying the group of teenagers. These must be the same punks who used the snake to terrorize the young master.

Cyril remained silent.

Cyril turned his head. The moment he saw Vivienne, he completely froze.

Harrison's kick had thrown off his balance, and he nearly wiped out on the pavement. Humiliated, he whirled around and pointed fiercely at Vivienne. "Do you have a death wish? You dare take pictures of me?"

Vivienne ignored him entirely, tapping away on her screen.

The crowd was growing massive. Refusing to lose face, Harrison stormed over and pointed a finger inches from Vivienne's face. "Don't think I won't hit you just because you're small! Delete those right now, or I swear to God I'll—"

Just as Harrison's finger was about to jab her forehead, Vivienne suddenly hoisted her phone up.

"Grandpa! Someone is bullying me again."

Harrison stalled, his brain failing to process the situation.

Vivienne leaned sideways, glancing at her screen. "Oh, wow. You are so dead. You just pointed your finger right at my grandpa's nose."