Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 599

Before the man could finish, Cyril reached out and ended the call.

Vincent's face was the color of death. Shaking uncontrollably, he stared at Cyril. "You did this?"

Cyril didn't respond. Lennox stepped forward and kicked Vincent to the ground.

Vincent immediately scrambled back to his knees. He began viciously slapping his own face, alternating hands. "Sir, I was blinded by greed! I was an arrogant fool! I swear to God, if you just spare me this one time, I will turn my life around! I will be your most loyal dog! I will do whatever you ask without a single word of complaint!"

Vincent was truly terrified now. He had humiliated Cyril time and time again in the past without facing any consequences, which led him to believe the boy was a spineless coward. That false confidence was exactly why he dared to step on the young master to elevate himself.

When Cyril went after Jason, Vincent decided to arrange the delivery scare and the car bombing just to knock Cyril down a peg. He never actually intended to kill him. After all, Cyril was still a Ravenshire; if he died, Vincent wouldn't be able to handle the fallout.

"Mr. Cyril, I know I was wrong. Please, I'm begging you, let my son go! Don't drag my family into this!"

"Don't drag your family into this? If you had possessed that level of awareness from the beginning, you wouldn't be facing the prospect of dying without a son to bury you."

Cyril stood up. He took the pistol from Lennox, popped out the magazine, and emptied the chamber until only one bullet remained. He slid the magazine back in, racked the slide, and tossed the gun toward the other three terrified men.

"There's only one gun, and only one chance. You decide among yourselves."

Adjusting his tie, he turned and walked out of the office, with Lennox close behind. The second the door clicked shut, a deafening gunshot echoed from inside.

Moments later, the door opened, and a man walked out.

The man with the scarred, fleshy face dropped to his knees, holding the gun up to Cyril. "Mr. Cyril."

Cyril turned around, his eyes mild and gentle. "What's your name?"

All traces of the man's earlier mockery were completely gone. He spoke with absolute reverence. "Marvin Pope."

Cyril smiled. "Congratulations, Chief Pope."

Lennox stepped forward and dropped the gun into a plastic evidence bag.

Marvin kept his eyes glued to the floor, not daring to show a shred of emotion.

That gun was the irrefutable evidence that he had murdered Vincent Montclair. If he ever stepped out of line, Cyril could effortlessly send him straight to the gallows.

Looking at it this way, Cyril most likely suffered severe psychological trauma from that incident.

"Got it!" Vivienne's eyes lit up as she snapped her fingers.

Cyril was still young. Seducing him would basically be taking advantage of him, so why not try to heal his trauma instead?

That way, even when she eventually maxed out his heart-rate value and left, Cyril would at least get some real help out of it. She wouldn't be completely heartless.

But how exactly should she do it?

Vivienne turned to look at her closet, where the piglet onesie and the black silk nightgown hung on opposite sides like rival factions.

"I know exactly what to do!"

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