Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 223

The backyard of Obsidian Estate was strictly private territory, so guests were always entertained in the front courtyards.

The Everhart, Blackthorne, and Montclair families had brought quite an entourage. While the three family heads were escorted into the main hall to negotiate, the rest of their relatives were left to wait in the side parlor.

Because Victoria was legally a Ravenshire by marriage, she treated the estate like she owned the place. The maids even prepared her favorite specific pastries.

Harrison slouched in his wheelchair, his eyes burning with toxic rage. "Aunt Victoria, you have to ruin them for what they did to me."

Victoria took a slow, elegant sip of her black tea, completely unfazed. "What's the rush? Just sit back and watch." She set her cup down and shot a sharp glare at the maid pouring tea. "Where is Cyril? The elders of the family are sitting right here. Why hasn't he come out to greet us? Go drag him in here."

The maid's hand trembled, clearly caught in a tough spot. "Mrs. Ravenshire, Mr. Cyril is already at school."

Victoria's eyes narrowed dangerously. She slammed her teacup down onto the saucer. "I don't care if he's sitting in the middle of a lecture! Tell him to get his ass back here, right now!"

Terrified to defend Cyril any further, the maid gave a frantic nod and scurried out of the room.

Over on the corner sofa, Preston was silently scrolling through his phone. His group chats were flooded with his wealthy friends asking why he skipped military training, but the gossip was entirely brainless—mostly debating which girl in the neighboring class was prettier or sending embarrassing photos of people falling during drills.

Preston felt a profound sense of boredom.

A maid quietly approached the table to set down a plate of pastries. "Mr. Preston, would you care for something to drink?"

Preston smoothly locked his phone and offered a warm, polite smile. "Just a glass of water, please. Thank you."

Who didn't love a well-mannered, educated young gentleman? The maid instantly melted. "Would you prefer it warm?"

"Warm is perfect."

"Aunt Victoria, don't forget about that little psycho!" Harrison yelled out suddenly. "She's the one who orchestrated the whole thing! You have to make her pay!"

Preston raised an eyebrow. Pretending to take a sip of his water, he subtly shifted his gaze toward the opposite sofa.

"You mean the older Lexton girl?" Victoria asked dismissively. Her main goal today was to establish dominance over Cyril; she didn't have the brain space to care about a nobody's name.

Harrison nodded violently, his face twisting into a nasty snarl. "Exactly! That psychotic bitch! Vivienne Lexton! Aunt Victoria..."

"That's enough!" Victoria snapped, shooting him a warning look to shut up before glancing nervously toward Preston.

"No, no! Not at all! I'll go get her right away."

Anyone with half a brain knew Victoria was here to throw her weight around and avenge her nephew. Since Cyril had moved into the estate, he had won over most of the staff with his gentle, kind demeanor. The maids were genuinely worried Victoria would bully him. But the second she demanded Vivienne's presence, their anxiety vanished completely.

Miss Lexton was built differently. She would tear the sky open and dive into the abyss just for the fun of it. There was nothing she wouldn't dare do.

This was going to be an absolute bloodbath, and the maids couldn't wait.

Victoria watched the maid sprint out of the room as if her shoes were on fire, feeling slightly confused. Since when were these servants so eager to follow her orders?

With his aunt backing him up, Harrison's arrogance returned full force. "Aunt Victoria, my reputation rests entirely on your shoulders today! You have to make them apologize to me in front of the entire school."

Victoria leaned back against the plush cushions. "Consider it done."

A bastard son and a random adopted girl. What could they possibly do to stop her?

Meanwhile, Aurelia had just stepped out of her courtyard when she overheard the gossip about the Montclairs storming the estate to demand answers. Unlike Vivienne and Bianca's twisted excitement, Aurelia was utterly terrified. She felt a crushing wave of guilt, regretting her impulsive actions yesterday and hating that she had caused so much trouble for the family.