Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 586

"I'll go give Moira the instructions."

Cyril turned around, the corners of his lips curving upward just a fraction.

[Ding—]

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Vivienne was utterly speechless.

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At Obsidian Estate, inside the Tea Room.

The news of the Whitmores being physically thrown out of the estate spread through Stormhollow's elite circles like wildfire. Even Dorian called to demand an explanation. Alaric had spent the entire day fielding interrogations from various uncles and elders. He hadn't even had time for a glass of water.

Seeing Alaric's grim expression, Benedict assumed he was bothered by the constant lecturing. He laughed comfortingly. "They just don't understand what you're capable of. It's normal for them to worry. What, are you letting this get to you?"

Alaric shook his head. "You misunderstand, Uncle Benedict. It has nothing to do with the elders."

"Nothing to do with them? Then what is it?"

Alaric calmly poured tea for Benedict. "Let's drop the subject. How are things on the Blackthornes' end?"

"The Blackthornes?" Benedict's eyes lit up, and he leaned in eagerly. "They really grew a spine this time! First, the State Council suspended Gideon from all his duties as Police Chief. Then, the Prosecutor's Office fired off three back-to-back search warrants and completely tore apart the Westwood Church, the slum casinos, and St. Anselm's Hospital."

"But that's not even the best part. The real kicker is that someone filed an anonymous report linking the Whitmores to Ethan Montclair's treason case from three years ago, and the Stormhollow authorities have officially opened an investigation."

Back in the day, the Montclair family had been untouchable. But after the Gold Hill land scandal, they were violently ripped from the top of the pyramid. A treason charge was a death sentence—anyone who touched it died. The Blackthornes were going for the jugular.

Benedict slapped the table in delight. "Did you guess the Blackthornes would go nuclear from the start?"

The more powerful the family, the less likely they were to make enemies recklessly. When two tigers fight, one is bound to get hurt, leaving the survivor vulnerable to circling scavengers. This was the golden rule of the elite, the reason no one dared disrupt the balance of power.

The Blackthornes had just shattered that unspoken treaty. The implications were staggering.

Alaric's voice was utterly devoid of emotion. "A patriarch is still human. As long as the Blackthornes have teeth, there is no reason not to bite back when someone strikes them in the face."

Alaric froze. The light in his eyes plunged into an icy abyss.

Still completely clueless, Benedict held out his empty cup. "Ah, well, if she wants to have fun, let her stay a few days. She shouldn't go back to school until the Whitmore and Blackthorne mess is sorted out anyway. Merriton is Ravenshire territory, and with Cyril looking out for her, she'll be perfectly safe."

Alaric looked at Benedict, then slowly lifted the teapot. He poured the boiling water until it crested over the rim and spilled onto the table, then calmly stood up.

"Please excuse me, Uncle."

"Huh? Where are you going? We were just talking!" Benedict looked at Wesley in total confusion. "What's wrong with him?"

What's wrong with him? You just stabbed him right in the heart, that's what's wrong! If you don't know how to speak, keep your mouth shut, you old fool!

Wesley offered a stiff bow. "I must take my leave. Please enjoy your tea, sir."

Ugh. Now he had to go comfort his emotionally devastated young master. Dealing with these endless romantic tragedies was exhausting!

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