Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 499

Since when did Preston ever try to coax a girl like that? Kael shot him a deeply confused look.

Vivienne was just about to reject the offer when Mina violently jerked free from her grip and practically scrambled on all fours straight into the back seat of Preston's car.

Mina slammed the door shut, pressed her face against the window, and waved dramatically at Vivienne. "Let me enjoy my final ride in the lap of luxury! Farewell, my loyal friend!"

Vivienne pinched the bridge of her nose.

How could anyone be this spectacularly unhinged when they were drunk?

"Hey! You there, hurry up and get in... aren't you going to drive?!" Mina was completely incoherent, slurring her demands from the back seat.

Preston gave her one icy look before tossing his keys to Kael. "You take her home."

"You got it."

Kael was just about to open the driver's door when he suddenly felt a tight grip on his collar.

Vivienne yanked hard on the hood of his sweatshirt. "You have terrible morals. You're not driving her anywhere."

Kael offered a stiff, fake smile. "Excuse me? What's wrong with my morals?"

Vivienne didn't even bother arguing. She turned to Josslyn. "You take her. I just sent that picture of you bullying Mina straight to my family group chat. If she so much as gets a scratch on her way home, Elder Blackthorne is going to make sure your entire bloodline pays the price."

Josslyn let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh and nodded. "Fine! Guess it's just my lucky day!" He snatched the keys right out of Kael's hand.

Seeing Josslyn climb into the front seat, Mina started screaming at the top of her lungs. "I don't want this ugly toad! I want Cyril!"

Josslyn scoffed. He slapped a hand over her forehead and practically shoved her back into the seat. "Sit still and shut up! It's your last luxury ride anyway. What difference does it make who drives?"

Mina refused to accept defeat. She bolted upright and tried to shove her head out the window to protest, but Josslyn instantly hit the power switch. The glass rolled up, pinning her face against the pane until her features were hilariously squished from the outside.

"Cough! Hack! What the..." Kael waved away the thick cloud of exhaust fumes, staring in sheer disbelief as his beloved sports car shrank into the distance.

Julianne was just as stunned that Preston had actually abandoned her. She grabbed Kael's arm, trembling with rage. "Kael! How could Preston just drive off like that?! I'm still standing right here! How could he offer to drive Vivienne home instead of me?!"

Kael roughly yanked his arm free, his expression complicated. "Look, setting everything else aside... just going off pure looks alone, Vivienne is definitely worth the ride."

"You—!" Julianne's face contorted with jealousy. She shoved him hard in the chest. "Preston is not as superficial as you are!"

*Ha!* That bastard was the definition of superficial. Every single girl he had ever slept with looked like a literal supermodel.

Kael didn't even bother arguing. He dusted off his shirt. "Whatever. You're pretty banged up anyway. Don't bother tagging along tonight. I'll have someone take you home."

Julianne refused to give up. "I'm not leaving! I'm going to wait right here until Preston gets back!"

"No, you're going home," Kael snapped, fully out of patience. "With your face scratched up like that, your family is going to demand answers. I have girls to hit on tonight, and I don't have time to babysit you." He flagged down one of the lackeys. "Take her home. If the Whitmore family asks what happened, tell them the Ravenshire family did it."