Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 349

Cyril thought for a moment, murmuring to himself, "This tea party she's throwing must be for Father's sake. In that case, I should make an appearance." He looked up at Lennox. "Tell her I will arrive on time."

Lennox felt even more conflicted. Recently, Victoria's demands on the young man had become increasingly harsh. Even though he consistently backed down and yielded, she never showed him an ounce of mercy.

But since Cyril forbade him from telling Caspian, Lennox had no choice but to adhere to his duties as a servant and follow orders.

"Yes, sir," Lennox nodded and left the room.

Once he was gone, the smile on Cyril's lips slowly faded. His deep, dark eyes stared quietly at the sketchbook in his hands.

After a long while, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his reddish lips. His fingertips slowly traced the tear-streaked face of the little cartoon figure...

"You got it wrong. If I get bullied, I don't hide away and cry."

The next morning, the sun shone brightly.

Vivienne lazily strolled out of Obsidian Estate.

*Honk—*

Before she was even fully awake, a black McLaren executed a flashy maneuver and parked right in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing Julian's face, which was even more eye-catching than the McLaren 720S itself.

"Get in."

Vivienne frowned. The three idiot brothers of the Ravenshire family had all gotten their driver's licenses after turning eighteen, but neither Cyril nor Alaric liked to drive. Only Julian did. He changed cars every day, and the moment he hit the mountain roads around the city, he turned into the Drift King. Every single time, he tossed her around so badly she questioned her will to live.

Seeing her rooted to the spot, Julian lost his patience. "Just get in. I lowered the chassis on this one."

"I'll pass." She had a tough battle to fight today. She didn't want her life force drained before she even reached the school.

Julian pushed the door open, stepped out, grabbed Vivienne, and literally stuffed her into the passenger seat. Vivienne clung to the door frame, poking her head out to glare at him. "Let me go! Your driving sucks. You need more practice."

Julian let out an exasperated laugh, gritting his teeth. "I promise I won't go over sixty miles an hour."

Wesley secretly observed Alaric in the backseat. The young man had already withdrawn his gaze and was looking down at his phone.

A cover-up. It was an absolute cover-up. They could have left ages ago, but Alaric had delayed their departure specifically to wait for Vivienne. Now that Julian had poached her right in front of him, how could he not be disappointed?

To comfort his wounded boss, Wesley pulled two black velvet gloves out of his pocket. "Sir, Julian has profoundly offended Miss Lexton again."

Alaric's fingers paused.

Wesley continued, "Just now, Julian *stuffed* Miss Lexton into the car. You know Miss Lexton hates being *stuffed* more than anything."

Alaric looked up. "Wesley, shut up."

Wesley froze, suddenly realizing his mistake, and slapped a hand over his own mouth. He had forgotten. His boss hated the word *stuffed* even more than Vivienne did.

He quickly grabbed the sunglasses clipped to his collar. Shades on—back to being a cool guy.