Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 513

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Rebound?

This thing could actually rebound? Was this system toxic?

Vivienne's face darkened, and she huffed angrily as she sat back down in her bamboo chair. She knew it—a top-tier playboy wouldn't be hooked that easily!

Seeing her get mad only made the amusement in Cyril's eyes deepen.

[Ding—]

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Was he playing with her?!

Vivienne kept her face expressionless, glaring at him out of the corner of her eye. Was there something wrong with his brain?

No matter how smart Cyril was, he could never have guessed that this walking disaster had a literal meter in her head tracking his feelings. He just assumed she was still mad about Lennox Raynor shutting the door on her the other day.

He walked around the bamboo chair, stopped in front of her, and pulled a thick stack of black note cards from his pocket.

“Here.”

Vivienne glanced at it, feigning utter indifference. “What's this?”

Cyril replied, “Didn't you want a hundred requests? Here are The Hundred-Request Vouchers. Tearing off one card counts as one request.”

The corners of Vivienne's tightly pursed lips finally gave way, curling up into a smug, triumphant smirk. “Oh, you shouldn't have,” she said, though her actions betrayed her words as she immediately snatched them out of his hand.

But her happiness didn't even last two seconds before her expression shifted awkwardly, and she let go of the cards with a soft snap.

She was doomed!

Cyril knew exactly what Vivienne was worried about. Considering her tendency to overthink, he decided to just lay it out clearly. “Consider my silence payment for keeping Balthazar Beaufort's death a secret. I won't breathe a word about this.

“However... I need to warn you. If I could dig this up, someone else can too. No matter what you're trying to do, your previous methods won't work anymore. That group you've been funding might not be reliable anymore.”

Vivienne let out a soft “Oh.”

On that point, they were completely on the same page. That was precisely why, even though she had already scraped together ten million dollars, she had held off on contacting Leo Larson.

The incident on the rooftop of the World Trade Center had given her a lot of clarity. Previously, she had always assumed Aurelia's death was a suicide over a broken heart. But when history nearly repeated itself, only this time with snipers lying in wait, it proved things weren't that simple. In her past life, Aurelia's death was highly likely a meticulously orchestrated setup. Even if she hadn't jumped, she would have died by assassination.

It was terrifying to think about. Just as Aurelia had suspected, there was an alliance—a shadowy group of people trying to eat away at the towering, ancient tree that was the Ravenshire family, like termites.

Right now, she was the only one with full knowledge of the narrative. She knew a traitor existed, but the traitor didn't know her. The moment her identity was exposed, she would lose that advantage entirely, and her life would instantly be in grave danger. She couldn't afford a single misstep.

She had to admit, Cyril Bean had genuinely done her a massive favor this time.