Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 667

Thrust into the fray, Lennox and Wesley pushed with all their might, finally squeezing their way to Vivienne's side.

Suddenly, a fanatic fan lunged from the crowd.

"Baby, I love you!"

The girl threw herself forward in a bear hug. Lennox, with lightning reflexes, dodged to the side. Before Wesley could process that Lennox had vanished, he was met with a fiery, passionate kiss.

The moment their lips locked, the deafening crowd went dead silent.

Vivienne stood on her tiptoes, peering over. Once she confirmed the kiss was real, she winced awkwardly. "Everyone, please stay rational. Don't go kissing people randomly."

"Ahhhh!"

The crowd's energy exploded once more.

"Ugh, get away! Dead-fish eyes! Don't just stand there taking advantage of us!"

"?"

The accusation snapped Wesley back to reality in a second. Who the hell was taking advantage of these ugly lunatics? He hadn't even complained about his purity being defiled!

He raised a hand, ready to teach these wild women a lesson, but just as suddenly, someone grabbed the back of his collar and hurled him away like a ragdoll.

"Move, Scrawny."

"?"

Scrawny?!

Was this guy forcing him to flex his muscles?!

Wesley whipped his head around furiously, only to see a horde of hysterical girls crying as they surged forward. "Vivi Baby, Mommy loves you!"

"..."

Wesley instantly lost all his fighting spirit. Whatever. If he pushed his way back in there, his innocence would truly be lost forever.

"Stop pushing! Don't scare her!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and the girls voluntarily formed a safe perimeter around Vivienne.

"One! Two! Three!"

"Cut the crap! You're a Ravenshire. Do you honestly think I don't know what your family is planning? Let me tell you, the Whitmore family isn't a pushover like the Montclair family. Back me into a corner, and you won't walk away clean either!"

"Once Caspian returns, the Whitmore family is finished. What exactly did the Blackthorne and Ravenshire families conspire about? If you don't come clean right now, we'll drag everyone down with us!"

Damien was frantic. The continuous stream of faulty intel made it impossible not to suspect he was being played.

The voice on the other end was unnervingly calm. "I despise being threatened."

"So what if I'm threatening you? You need to come out here and explain yourself. Don't think I don't know who you are. You're a Raven—"

Before he could finish the sentence.

Bang. A single gunshot rang out.

A bloody hole exploded through Damien's forehead, and he collapsed straight back into a pool of his own blood.

A young man took off his glasses, picked up the dropped phone from the floor, and spoke in a breezy tone, "Boss, he's taken care of."

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