Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 322

Mina Blackthorne was absolutely furious.

She had finally managed to sneak out of the opening ceremony, hoping to run into Cyril, but instead, she ended up cornered by a lunatic.

The woman had trendy wavy hair and was dressed in a tight leopard-print top, a long leather skirt, and heeled ankle boots. Her face was caked in heavy makeup, giving off an overwhelmingly cheap and trashy vibe.

"Seriously, how does the school let just anyone wander in?" Mina muttered in annoyance, pulling out her phone. "I'm warning you, stop following me, or you're going to regret it."

The woman stared at her face, unable to hide the excitement in her eyes. "I'm not a bad person, you have to believe me! I..."

The woman glanced around, took two steps closer, and deliberately lowered her voice. "I have something incredibly important to tell you."

Mina coughed, stepping back to escape the suffocating wave of cheap perfume. "You're out of your mind." Without looking back, she turned and sprinted toward the Class 3 classroom.

Seeing this, the woman rushed after her and grabbed Mina's wrist in a tight grip.

"Let go of me!" Mina was thoroughly enraged now. "Do you know who my grandfather is? Do you really want to..."

"I'm your mother!" Terrified that Mina would bolt, the woman blurted out the truth. She had waited far too long for this day to let the opportunity slip away.

"What?" Mina froze for a second, then her face contorted in disgust. "You psycho. Say one more crazy thing, and I'll have someone ruin you."

Knowing there were security cameras in the hallway, the woman looked around warily and pointed to a blind spot by the stairs. "Let's talk over there."

"Lunatic." Mina violently yanked her arm free, backing away while unlocking her phone to call for help.

The woman continued, her tone coaxing. "Do you want to know what really happened? Let's just talk."

Mina kept shaking her head, her voice harsh. "Get the hell out."

The woman checked the time, her patience wearing thin. "Fine. If we have nothing to talk about, I'll just go find Mrs. Blackthorne. I'm sure she'd be very interested in knowing who her real biological daughter is."

Mina's fingertips trembled slightly as she stared at the woman in silence.

Logic screamed at her that this was an elaborate scam, that she shouldn't believe a single word of it, but...

For some reason, her mind drifted to the passing comments her relatives always made—joking about how she was growing more beautiful by the day, but looking less and less like her mother.