Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 361

Not "tell my grandfather," but "make my grandfather believe." What was the actual weight of that threat?

High heat on the school forum might just make Julian and Kael laughingstocks for a while, but if word reached the family elders, the meaning behind it was entirely different.

If the Ravenshire patriarch truly believed Kael had seduced Julian, Kael wouldn't just be hunted down by the Ravenshires; even Mr. Garland wouldn't let him off easily.

And that wasn't all!

Kael shivered. There was also Julian, that mad dog!

His days would know no peace from now on.

How could that little brat from the Ravenshire family be so vicious?! Even this morning, she had made his skin crawl so badly he felt physically repulsed. For the first time in his life, he felt well and truly tainted.

"Kael, what did Vivienne write? Is it really a love letter?"

Julianne deliberately raised her voice when she saw Kael go quiet. When Kael ignored her, Julianne leaned in closer, craning her neck to see what was written on the note.

Kael's face turned a sickly pale. He folded the note, shoved it into his pocket, and shot Julianne a dark look. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

Julianne glared at him, then looked at Preston with a pitiful expression. "Preston, look at his attitude."

Preston lowered his eyes, took a sip of water, and smiled, his lips moist. "That's just how he is. Why provoke him?"

Julianne couldn't say much else. She obediently sat back down and looked at Preston expectantly. "Preston, the opening ceremony is over. When are you sending out your invitations?"

Without Kael's provocations, Vivienne and the other two could finally eat in peace.

Bianca looked curious. "Vivi, what exactly did you say to Kael? He's not someone you want to mess with. How did he give in so easily?"

Vivienne gave Bianca a braised pork meatball. "What's so hard about it? The harder they are to deal with, the more terrified they are of someone finding their weak spot. Once you hit that nerve, even the toughest guy becomes pliable."

These wealthy heirs and heiresses received a superior education from birth. They might have personality flaws, but none of them were true idiots. In many high-level areas, their insight and decision-making far surpassed ordinary people.

When faced with a fatal threat, irrational people usually provoked the threatener first, only feeling fear after being hurt.

But smart strategists skipped the probing phase because they had already simulated the outcome in their heads. They excelled at choosing their response based on the end result.