Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 472

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The forum dubbed "Lara Arlington's Harem" was gaining explosive traction. Within a single morning, it had even breached international social media platforms.

Vivienne sat in the courtyard, scrolling through the threads one by one. The comments were incredibly vile and disgusting. What infuriated her most was the sheer volume—hundreds of new updates flooded in every half hour. The brutal character assassination seemed utterly endless.

"Miss Lexton, is everything alright?" Marissa asked, noticing the grim look on her face. "Are you worried about Lara?"

Vivienne shook her head.

She wasn't worried about the girl. Instead, a suffocating wave of dread had washed over her.

The smear campaign unfolding online was exactly what she had endured in her past life. The only difference was that Lara had been the tormentor back then. Now, she was the victim.

Why had the tragedy meant for her shifted to Lara? Was it because she had foreseen it and successfully dodged it? Or did it simply not matter to the grand plot who suffered the consequences?

"No, that's not right!"

The more she thought about it, the more wrong it felt. She shot up from her seat and bolted out of the courtyard.

The sound of running water stopped.

The bathroom door swung open, and Cyril Ravenshire stepped out, enveloped in a cloud of steam. He walked past the foot of the bed and untied his loose belt. The black bathrobe slipped from his broad shoulders down to his lean waist. As he leaned over, the sculpted, seductive lines of his torso were on full display. Wet strands of hair clung to his forehead, and droplets of water traced a slow path down his spine...

*Crash!*

"Cyril Bean!"

The bedroom door was violently kicked open.

Cyril turned his head, his deep gaze meeting a pair of blazing, luminous eyes.

"..."

Lennox Raynor rushed in a second too late. Seeing Cyril standing half-naked with damp hair, his face paled. He immediately slapped a hand over Vivienne's eyes. "I am so sorry, sir! She was too fast. I couldn't stop her." He quickly dragged her back and slammed the door shut.

Cyril stared at the black silk pajamas waiting at the foot of his bed. After a moment of silence, he walked into the walk-in closet and pulled on a simple white t-shirt and black pants.