Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 468

She quickly jotted the marks down, snapping the clipboard shut as the crowd watched in stunned silence. "Starting tomorrow, you will report to the junior high division."

"I'll kill you!" Julianne had never been so thoroughly humiliated. Blinding rage pushed her to her feet, and she lunged violently at Aurelia.

Bianca immediately moved to intercept, but Aurelia threw an arm out to hold her back. With flawless execution, Aurelia launched a spinning roundhouse kick, planting her foot squarely in Julianne's abdomen.

Julianne let out a choked gasp as the impact sent her flying backward onto the concrete.

That single kick inflicted more damage than the entire previous beating combined.

"Julianne!" Bernard pushed through the crowd just in time to see his sister sail past him. It was far too late to catch her.

He rushed over and gathered her into his arms, but she had already passed out.

"You've gone too far!" the veins in Bernard's neck bulged as he furiously rolled up his sleeves. "I'm going to rip you apart!"

"Move!"

A blur tore through the crowd. Wesley Crain, towering over everyone at six-foot-four, easily shoved the smaller students aside and planted himself like a brick wall right in front of Aurelia.

When Bernard finally registered what was happening, there were two imposing figures standing between him and the girls. His expression darkened, but he puffed his chest out. "Get the hell out of my way."

Aurelia was slightly surprised. She recognized Wesley, but who was the guy standing next to him in the military uniform?

Wesley glanced at the man beside him, took a deliberate step forward, and silently pointed toward the Elite Talent Building.

Bernard tracked his finger upward.

On the top-floor balcony stood Alaric. Both hands were stuffed casually in his pockets, his strikingly handsome face utterly devoid of emotion, yet his eyes were swirling with predatory darkness.

The tension in the air flatlined into a dead standoff.

Brrrring.

The bright, cheerful school bell shattered the silence.

The dean acted as if he had just heard the trumpet of salvation. "What are you all standing around for?!" he bellowed theatrically. "Get back to class!"

The spectators, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire, instantly scattered like startled birds.

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