Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 204

What the hell was she talking about?

Harrison was completely lost. Why was there an old man on the video call? Wait... why did that old man look so familiar? Had he seen him somewhere before?

Noticing Harrison's slow reaction, Cyril graciously stepped forward and gave a polite bow toward the phone screen. "Grandpa."

Harrison squinted. Grandpa? Cyril's grandfather?

Cyril's grandfather!

Every bone in Harrison's body violently jolted. The finger he had pointed at the screen began to shake like he was having a seizure.

"E-Elder Mr. Ravenshire!"

Bernard, who had been smugly bouncing his leg moments ago, nearly collapsed in sheer panic at those words.

Ordinary citizens of Athelvia might not recognize Caspian Ravenshire's face, but no one in this circle dared claim ignorance of the "shadow president." Instantly, a terrifying silence fell over the parking lot.

Acting completely oblivious, Vivienne flipped the camera to the rear lens and zoomed in tightly.

"Grandpa, this is the guy! He just kicked your favorite car."

Harrison's eye twitched violently. It felt as if his soul was leaving his body. "Th-This is your grandfather's car?"

Vivienne ignored him. She marched right up to the Maybach and aimed the camera dead center at the footprint on the hood. "Grandpa, look. The shoeprint is still here."

Harrison took a sharp breath. Calm down. Do not let this little pipsqueak ruin your composure. The Montclairs and Ravenshires were connected. He and his father had visited the old man during the holidays. Caspian had to remember him.

"Cough..." Clearing his throat, Harrison stepped forward, trying to act casual. "It's a misunderstanding! I slipped and accidentally stepped on it." Although he spoke to Vivienne, his eyes were locked on the screen. "Elder Mr. Ravenshire, do you remember me? My father still talks about the chess match you two played last year."

Vivienne frowned and stepped back, shielding the phone. "Grandpa, don't listen to his nonsense. This guy is completely shameless. He stepped on our car and won't even admit it."

Harrison stared in disbelief. Who was this brat? Was she trying to get herself killed?

The surrounding crowd gasped collectively.

Veins bulged on Harrison's forehead. He bounced back up, absolutely livid. "You little bi—"

"Don't you dare swear at me!" Vivienne screamed, acting even more furious than he was. She marched up and pointed directly at his nose. "What was that attitude just now? You deliberately aimed your filthy shoe at my grandpa! You malicious bastard! Admit it! You were trying to step on my grandpa in front of everyone, weren't you? And then you try to pass it off as an 'accident' because you're just a kid?"

Harrison was so angry he nearly blacked out. "When did I ever say that?! You're the one who told me to lift my foot!"

"There are a million ways to lift a foot! Why didn't you do it like this?" Vivienne deadpanned. To demonstrate, she elegantly kicked her foot backward, looking incredibly cute and playful.

Harrison stared in mute horror.

What kind of straight guy lifts his foot like that?

Vivienne pressed on relentlessly. "And you still claim this wasn't premeditated? Speak! Who put you up to this? The Ravenshires have so many cars, yet you didn't step on Alaric's, and you didn't step on Julian's. You specifically targeted my grandpa's. You're clearly messing with the wrong crowd! Look at your shifty eyes—you wouldn't have the guts to do this without someone backing you. Tell me! Who is the mastermind behind this?"