Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 346

Mid-mountain villa district, The Blackthorne Residence.

"Ahhh!"

Mina hung up the phone and beat her chest in fury.

*Ding-dong—*

Right after, her phone screen lit up with a new message.

[ Don't forget to pay me back. ]

"Ahhhhhh!"

Mina, who was already on the verge of exploding, completely lost her mind when she saw the text. She looked utterly deranged as she yanked at her own hair.

That despicable Vivienne Lexton! She knew Mina wouldn't dare make a scene, which was why she was acting so fearlessly. As expected! She was just a cunning, vicious harpy!

"Mi... Mina?"

Theron had been knocking on the door for a good while. After waiting for ages with no response, he was debating whether to come back later when he heard vengeful shrieks coming from inside. Out of concern, he simply pushed the door open, never expecting to witness this spectacle.

Mina was completely unhinged, her fingers furiously digging into her scalp, oblivious to the fact that she had turned her hair into a literal rat's nest.

"Theron..." Mina weakly extended a hand toward him like a dying heroine. "Do you have any money?"

Theron: "..."

Looking like she’d just survived a tornado, Mina frantically pulled up her Venmo. "Spot me a hundred grand. I have a debt to pay."

Theron's expression was complicated, to say the least. He had been cursed out over the phone by Edmund and summoned home. It wasn't just him; Eleonora was there too. Sterling had only escaped because he was attending a UN conference and couldn't be reached.

Just moments ago in the Main Hall, their grandfather had berated Theron and his mother mercilessly, demanding to know if they were failing in their duties as a brother and a mother—they didn't even know their sister was mentally ill!

Seeing the two hundred grand hit her account instantly, the dark clouds looming over Mina's head vanished. She flashed a wide, mischievous grin, showing off her snaggletoothed charm. "Thanks, Theron."

Theron patted her head and offered a gentle smile.

Mina stared at him, momentarily dazed. "Theron, when you smile, you look just as handsome as Cyril."

Right now, Theron was practically Stormhollow's greatest inspirational figure. In three years, he had lost a hundred and forty pounds—basically shedding a whole person. They always said overweight people had hidden potential, and Theron was the perfect embodiment of that. The post-weight-loss Theron exuded youthful charm. Unlike the rest of the Blackthorne family's domineering and sharp-tongued nature, he was introverted and gentle, speaking in slow, measured tones, much like a well-educated, elegant nobleman from the past.

Theron chuckled at her flattery. But he knew his own limits. How could he ever compare to Cyril? If he could, his grandfather wouldn't constantly say he was just a bad copy.

*Knock, knock, knock—*

A knock at the door interrupted them, and soon Rupert walked in.

"Sir, Miss, Mr. Blackthorne requests your presence in the Main Hall."