Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 212

"You..."

Harrison tried to scream again, but Mr. Finch immediately signaled the bodyguards. Before the boy could react, he was physically hoisted into the air and shoved into the backseat of an Audi.

Mr. Finch offered a stiff nod. "Mr. Alaric, we'll take our leave."

Alaric was about to nod back when Vivienne poked him hard between the shoulder blades. She casually pulled out her phone and pulled up her FortunePay QR code.

"Alaric, tell them they can't leave. They still haven't paid for the car paint."

"..."

The entire parking lot plunged into a dead silence.

Mr. Finch was the first to process the demand. He shot Vivienne a venomous glare.

This little brat was relying entirely on the Ravenshire family's power to act like a tyrant. Did she seriously think the Montclair family was just going to let this go?

His voice was laced with ice. "Little girl, it's best not to be too greedy. You're stirring up trouble you won't be able to handle."

Vivienne didn't bat an eye. "Business is business. Your young master stomped on our car. He ruined two panels of paint. That's a hundred thousand dollars a panel, so two hundred thousand total. Transfer the money."

"?" Mr. Finch let out a humorless laugh.

He had dealt with cutthroat corporate executives, but he had never met someone this shamelessly brazen. She orchestrated a brutal beatdown, refused to apologize, and now she was demanding the victim pay for damages?

But he also realized this girl was an absolute nightmare. Engaging with her was a trap.

He completely ignored her and looked back at Alaric. "Mr. Alaric, what is your stance on this?"

"He doesn't know a damn thing!" Vivienne interrupted, rolling her eyes. "He ran off earlier and didn't even see what happened. Why are you asking him?"

Alaric: "..."

Vivienne waved her phone impatiently. "Hurry up, stop dragging your feet. I even gave you a twenty percent discount out of respect for our families' friendship. If we took this to a high-end autobody shop, it would cost way more. And don't even think about saying I'm framing him. I recorded the whole thing. The evidence is all right here, so don't try to lie your way out of it."

Mr. Finch's face paled slightly.

A video? Evidence?

He knew exactly what kind of degenerate his young master was. The fact that this girl was so aggressively confident meant she definitely caught something damning on camera. Was there more to this fight than he knew?

Unsure of the full story, Mr. Finch couldn't risk a scandal. He put on a stern, righteous front. "Enough. The Montclair family takes responsibility for our actions. This matter..."

Before he could finish, Vivienne snapped, "Great. The discount is gone. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Not a penny less." She tapped the screen, instantly adjusting the requested amount.

"...You!" Mr. Finch had never been this speechless in his entire life. His composure began to crack. "Are you insane?! That is not what I meant!"

Mr. Finch: "?"

Was he supposed to thank her for ripping him off?! These Ravenshire kids were diabolical. They were literally turning black into white.

Vivienne nodded emphatically. "Exactly. Thank you." She shot Bianca a quick wink, then darted into the Maybach with the speed of a fleeing rabbit.

Alaric shot Cyril a long look, deciding not to argue. "It's getting late. Caspian is waiting for us for dinner. Do whatever you want."

The moment the words left his mouth, Julian and Cyril simultaneously reached for the Maybach's door handle. Cyril smoothly pulled his hand back, raising an eyebrow at Julian.

Julian smirked. "What? Is there a rule that says I can't ride in the Maybach today?"

"Be my guest," Cyril smiled.

Julian slid into the luxurious backseat with an arrogant swagger.

Cyril grabbed his own car handle, ready to open the door, when Alaric suddenly turned back around. He rested one hand on the roof of the car, tilting his head to look at Cyril.

"I'll ride in your car today," Alaric stated.

Cyril glanced at the interior of his car, his smile turning warm. "Of course."