Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 45

Bianca stared at Vivienne without speaking. Her rational mind told her that the person in front of her was a liar and that she shouldn’t listen to a single word.

But…

Her feet moved toward Vivienne against her will.

Vivienne kept her face lifted, letting Bianca scrutinize her.

Bianca hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly sat down next to Vivienne. “I still don’t believe you. Tell me a few more things so I can verify them.”

Vivienne turned her head to look at her. “Ask away.”

Bianca said, “Something soon. What’s for dinner tonight at Echostone House?”

Vivienne frowned. How would she know that?

Bianca let out a long sigh of relief. “Will she cross the threshold with her left foot or her right?”

Vivienne was speechless.

“I knew it!” A strange light sparked in Bianca’s eyes, and she slapped her thigh. “You really are lying to me!”

Vivienne shook her head repeatedly. “Bianca, is that all the brains you have? Is that how you use a heaven-defying skill like predicting the future?!”

Being called stupid set Bianca off again, and she began to fume, spit flying. “Vivienne, you have the nerve to talk about me? Don’t forget, you were last in our grade on the last big exam! And! If you can’t even predict something like this, what kind of future-seeing is that? You’re clever, I’ll give you that, deliberately talking about things four or five years from now. You figured I wouldn’t be able to expose you, right?”

Vivienne watched as Bianca continued to prove exactly how thick-headed she could be.

Forget it, why argue with an idiot? She calmly wiped the saliva from her face and spoke languidly. “A cheat code like predicting the future can’t just be used on trivial matters. Since you want proof, I’ll tell you about a major event that will happen soon.”

Bianca crossed her arms, her expression screaming, *Right. Keep acting.*

Vivienne didn’t bother arguing with her. “You know about the presidential election, right?”

“Oh,” Bianca raised an eyebrow, her expression exaggerated. “Don’t tell me you’re going to guess the winner. Seriously, Vivienne, do you really think I’m that easy to fool? The Merriton City fire case implicated so many big shots. It’s all over the news every day. Even a three-year-old in Athelvia knows the presidency is a lock for the Montclair family. If that’s what you’re going to say, then I can predict the future too.”

Having grown up in this environment, Bianca, despite her flaws, was more attuned to the political situation in Stormhollow Deepwater Port than an ordinary child.

It was nearly dusk. After a long and exhausting day, Talia looked worn out. The thought of the little tyrant still throwing a fit at home forced her to muster all her energy.

“Tessa?”

She called out in the front hall, and a moment later, Tessa came running out from inside.

“Ms. Talia.”

“How is it? Did Vivienne leave? Is Bianca still making a fuss?”

Tessa glanced toward the third floor and lowered her voice. “I don’t know what they talked about, but not long after Miss Lexton left, Miss Bianca went back to her room. She’s not shouting or making a scene. She even specifically told me to call her for dinner.”

“Oh?” Talia was a little surprised. She had expected Bianca to go on a hunger strike to protest being sent to Alderwick. She hadn't thought she would come around so quickly. “How long was Vivienne here?”

Tessa thought for a moment. “Not long. Less than ten minutes in total.”

Talia rubbed her temples. Well, as long as her daughter wasn’t causing trouble, it was a good thing.