Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 501

Vivienne had never seen anything like this. She was terrified, screaming and scrambling to escape in every direction.

But she was no match for the thugs. In a few rough moves, her hands were bound, and she was tossed onto the sofa. She cried and begged for mercy, even using the Ravenshire family as a threat, but it was useless. Fortunately, just as the hem of her skirt was being ripped, Preston arrived.

The thugs were instantly outmatched by a born predator. It was a brutal defeat.

Preston stared at the torn plaid skirt, his usual calm demeanor fading slightly. He sat down casually near Vivienne's legs, grabbed the restraints around her wrists, and pulled her close.

"What are you crying for? Do you remember who tore it?"

Vivienne shook her head in terror.

The hostility in Preston's eyes deepened. He lazily toyed with the coarse rope in his hands. "It seems I interrupted your fun?" he said, making a move to stand up.

"No!" Vivienne trembled violently and pointed a shaky finger blindly into the crowd. "It was him."

Preston smiled in satisfaction. He reached out and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "That's better. When someone bullies you, crying shouldn't be your only reaction."

With that, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. His warm chest pressed tightly against her back. Feeling her stiffen, Preston took her hands from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder blade.

"Don't be afraid. They're just trash. We just need to dispose of them."

He held a delicate silver pistol and guided her hands to rack the slide.

Vivienne turned deathly pale. She had never touched a gun, let alone killed anyone. She didn't dare.

Sensing her resistance, Preston clamped a hand over her jaw, forcing her to stare directly at her fear. With his other hand, he guided her index finger to squeeze the trigger.

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