Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 478

Once back in her room at Whitestone Lodge, Vivienne locked the door behind her. She sat on the bed, absentmindedly cradling Little Stray while scrolling intensely through her phone.

Cyril had actually investigated her! He had managed to track down all fifty-two of her burner accounts!

Staring at the data logs in her hands, a chaotic mess of conflicting emotions churned in her chest.

She had been wondering why someone as meticulous as him would leave something that crucial lying out on his desk. It was almost as if he was waiting for someone to find it. And as it turned out, he was specifically waiting for her.

"But why would he do that?" she whispered.

She propped her chin on one hand, her fingertips lightly tapping against Little Stray's shell in a steady rhythm.

Cyril was terrifyingly sharp. He had undoubtedly realized that she was digging into Dorian and Serena Lowe. Yet, instead of exposing her to his father, he deliberately laid his cards out for her to see. What game was he playing?

Little Stray, utterly annoyed by the constant tapping, poked his head out and snapped weakly at his own shell.

Warning!

Seeing this, she simply flipped the tiny tortoise over and tickled his belly.

"It feels like everyone in the family knows Lara's situation isn't a simple scandal. If they're all aware of the corporate sabotage, how is the plot going to move forward?"

"Vivi! Vivi!"

Right as she was sinking deeper into her confusion, Bianca's frantic voice echoed from the ground floor.

Vivienne padded over to the window barefoot, leaning out to call back. "What's wrong? Why are you shouting?"

Bianca stared up at her, her face pale with urgency. "Something terrible has happened." Without waiting for a response, she bolted up the stairs.

The moment Vivienne opened the door, Bianca grabbed her wrist and dragged her back into the room. "Vivi, it's a disaster." Her hands shook as she pulled up a video on her phone.

"Wow! The Arlingtons must be desperate to try and pin her mess on Preston!"

The boys jeered mercilessly. "Preston obviously wouldn't stoop that low, but I don't mind taking his leftovers! If it means marrying into the Arlington fortune, I'll happily claim the bastard child!"

"Come on, Lara, that's not fair! You were happy to hit me up when you wanted a good time, but when it's time to claim a baby daddy, you go straight to Preston?"

Julianne stepped out from the pack, intentionally brushing her shoulder against Preston's arm as she sneered down at the sobbing girl. "Lara, have some damn self-respect. Preston just made it perfectly clear—he has nothing to do with you. You're completely disgusting. He'd never touch you."

Every single one of them took their cues from Preston. Without his silent approval, not a single person would have dared to humiliate an heiress so viciously in public.

The malice of human nature was terrifying. Watching a girl who was once untouchable beg like a dog fueled their sadistic thrill. Their insults grew increasingly crude and degrading.

Lara never imagined a nightmare like this could happen to her. Her knuckles were white as she clung to Preston's leg, staring up at him with tear-streaked eyes. "Say something! Please, say something! The baby! Our baby... you're really going to throw us away?"