Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 514

Vivienne shot the young man a sidelong glance, shamelessly ripping off one of the vouchers. “I want Balthazar Beaufort's files.”

Cyril had already anticipated her angle. He took the voucher. “Alright. I'll compile a copy and send it to you once I get back to Merriton City.”

Vivienne was taken aback. “You're going back to Merriton City?”

“Yeah. The competition is over.”

“Over?” Vivienne looked mildly surprised. “If it wasn't you, then it was Alaric?”

She had previously assumed the Solenforth plotline revolved around Cyril. It seemed she had guessed the wrong direction.

Cyril lifted his eyes. “He didn't win either.”

Vivienne, “...”

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Wolfram Manor.

“Boss? What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood because you lost the competition?”

Wesley Crain stuck his rear end out as he leaned heavily on the windowsill, craning his neck into the study. Even with sunglasses on, the sheer curiosity radiating from him was palpable.

Curiosity number one: Why was his boss unhappy?

Curiosity number two: Why was his boss staring fixatedly at his own calligraphy the moment he got back?

Curiosity number three: Exactly how long did his amateur boss manage to last?

Inside the room, Alaric stared up at the character for 'Tranquility' hanging prominently on the wall. His mind was entirely consumed by the memory of the desires that had flared up within him.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel someone wrapping their arms around his waist, someone hugging his neck, someone draping over his shoulders. They all wore the exact same face, wearing wicked, playful smiles.

The effects of the drug had faded, yet he felt as if he were still drowning in that lust. This lucid descent into temptation forced him to confront his own true nature once again.

Dorian had lain low in Merriton City for three years, turning it into his personal stronghold. Before returning to Stormhollow Deepwater Port, he needed to make sure his forces in Merriton were thoroughly concealed. Cyril had handled the Arlington family incident with remarkable maturity and thoroughness. Dorian was very pleased with him and had decided to keep him close to groom him properly.

Cyril was watering the plants. Hearing this, he set down the watering can, picked up a pair of shears, and snipped off every single unbloomed bud on a sapling.

“I'll head back this afternoon. I'm going to say goodbye to Grandpa shortly.”

Blooming flowers drained the nutrients a sapling needed to grow, resulting in stunted roots and weak development. To force the sapling to grow quickly, a gardener would typically prune all the side branches and buds, strengthening the roots and encouraging new shoots in preparation for a lush bloom the following spring.

He was exactly the same.

His future was uncertain, his foundation weak. If he wanted to seize the spring, he had to mercilessly sever his ties to the present.

And so, he absolutely had to go to Merriton City. He needed power. He had to carve a bloody path to the top. He was going to swallow Merriton City whole...

He needed to become strong.

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