Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 238

The gathering concluded on a high note. Caspian Ravenshire, feeling the effects of the liquor, retired early, leaving Alaric Ravenshire to fulfill the duties of a gracious host and personally walk the guests to their cars.

Reginald Montclair had secured the Uzia copper mine for his family, and his elation was impossible to hide. As they parted ways, he showered Graham Everhart and Edmund Blackthorne with gratitude, promising to visit them soon to formally express his thanks.

Graham and Edmund brushed off the pleasantries, exchanged brief farewells, and got into their respective vehicles.

The moment the car door shut, the smile vanished from Graham's face. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Preston Everhart, knowing his grandfather despised superficial socializing, asked in confusion, "Grandpa, didn't you say the Montclair family was a lost cause? Why did you step in to help Reginald negotiate just because he made a phone call?"

Graham casually rolled a pair of polished walnuts in his palm. "The Montclair family is bleeding out, but a dying giant still casts a massive shadow, especially with their marital ties to the Ravenshires. Stepping in wasn't about giving face to the Montclairs. It was about showing respect to the Ravenshires."

Preston nodded slowly, piecing it together.

Graham glanced out the window as the sprawling Obsidian Estate faded into the distance.

"Do you honestly think Caspian handed the Uzia copper mine over on a whim?"

Preston caught on immediately. "Are you saying the Ravenshire patriarch orchestrated this entire thing? But what does giving them the copper mine achieve? Is he trying to buy their loyalty?"

"Those in power love to play the balancing game," Graham explained. "The Ravenshires and Montclairs are tied together through Dorian Ravenshire's marriage. As long as the Montclairs don't cross the line, Caspian will support them. When you sit at the top, having an extra ally is always better than having another enemy."

Preston fell deep into thought.

Suddenly remembering something, Graham shot Preston a sharp look. "What's the deal with that little Ravenshire girl?"

Graham closed his eyes. "Good. I need to ruin it. And don't think I'm joking. Given the Everhart family's influence in Athelvia, our only path to further expansion is through marriage. I originally had my eye on the daughters from the Ravenshire and Blackthorne families for you. The only ones your age are Aurelia or Mina Blackthorne."

Preston raised an eyebrow. "I don't get a say in who I choose?"

Graham opened his eyes and stared directly at him. "You can. Whenever you manage to crush the Ravenshires and become the shadow president of Athelvia, you can choose whoever you want. Or, you can tell me right now that you're giving up your inheritance. Do you want freedom?"

Preston laughed softly. "I'll stick with power. An arranged marriage it is."

"Not chasing freedom anymore?" Graham asked dryly.

Preston leaned back against the leather seat. "Didn't you teach me? Only absolute power earns you the right to do whatever you want."