Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 296

If no one was allowed in, how was Lara supposed to streak?

Vivienne was a little annoyed, glaring sideways at the cold, untouchable man standing before her. Was this jerk born just to oppose her?

The scene before him was disastrous. Two young women of the Ravenshire family—one completely exposed, the other in tatters. The other two were also a sorry sight.

Alaric frowned, his gaze turning somber. "What happened?"

The two bully girls trembled, looking toward Lara. They had only acted so arrogantly because they believed Lara would protect them.

Lara hugged her knees tightly. Although Alaric was her cousin, he was still a man. The sheer humiliation left her without the courage to even lift her head.

"What happened?" Vivienne seized the moment, jumping up and pointing at Lara.

"Well, you have yourself to thank for changing your dance partner at the last minute! Lara was furious and got people to teach me a lesson. She wanted me to skinny-dip in the pond, and when I refused, they all ganged up on me."

Alaric's eyelid twitched.

When Vivienne jumped up, she looked like an exquisite porcelain doll. She claimed she had no curves and no shame, but that was the biggest misunderstanding of herself. She was a raw diamond, undeniably stunning even unpolished.

"Alaric! You..."

Before Vivienne could finish, her face was covered. The next second, the crisp, quiet scent of cedar washed over her. It smelled like melting snow—familiar yet strange.

She froze, pulling down the black suit jacket covering her head, her expression complicated.

Alaric said, "Put the jacket on. If you ever dare strip in public again, I'll have Grandpa teach you some manners."

Vivienne let out a scoff of disbelief, turning her head away, too lazy to look at him.

Alaric was a stickler for the rules, absurdly rigid about certain things. He valued the Ravenshire family's reputation more than his own life. Lara was intricately tied to the family. With him here, forcing Lara to streak was out of the question.

Alaric glanced at Vivienne, but she kept her head turned, refusing to look him in the eye. From this angle, the bloody scratch on her neck looked horrifyingly striking.

Alaric's gaze turned heavy. He turned to the other two girls. Usually, they would be thrilled just to get a glance from the Ravenshire heir, but right now, they wished they were invisible. When his gaze fell on them, they trembled uncontrollably.

*

In the tearoom of the Parlor.

The brown tea leaves swirled along the ripples of the tea, the perfect circular waves expanding slower and slower until they nearly stilled.

Julian looked at the teacup in his hand, his emotions unreadable.

He looked up, finally gathering the courage to ask, "Grandpa, why did you choose Alaric to be the head of the family? Can't it be me?"

A faint light sparked in Caspian's eyes, only to be extinguished before it could be caught.