Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 704

Vivienne's eyelid twitched violently.

She truly could not afford to underestimate this manipulative bastard.

Ever since Bianca's sixteenth birthday, the two of them had fiercely guarded Talia, terrified that another fatal accident would strike. It wasn't until her seventeenth birthday passed safely that they had finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But just a few months ago, Lucian had poured a fortune into opening a nightclub. The Ravenshire family possessed a wildly diverse business portfolio, so Vivienne hadn't initially paid it any mind. However, right in the middle of its soft opening, the venue was suddenly rebranded as Tide Club. That detail had chilled her to the bone.

In her past life, Damien Whitmore had opened a hyper-popular nightclub branded as the ultimate trendsetter for the youth. Its name was Tide Club.

The only reason she remembered such a minor detail was because Tide Club had eventually been raided and permanently shut down for drug trafficking. It was a massive scandal. Students from nearly every district in Stormhollow were implicated. Ultimately, Damien had pinned all the blame on the general manager, walking away completely unscathed.

This connection had forced Vivienne to thoroughly re-evaluate the timeline. In her previous life, Talia's reputation was utterly destroyed posthumously for two reasons: rumors of severe debauchery, and ties to narcotics. The fact that Damien's club was the center of a massive drug scandal... it was far too suspicious to just be a coincidence.

In this timeline, Damien had been eliminated early. By all logic, any plotlines revolving around him should have been erased from existence. Yet, the drug-trafficking club had still materialized.

She had agonized over this for weeks and finally concluded there were only two plausible explanations.

One: the identical names were merely a coincidence, and this club had absolutely no connection to the Tide Club of her past life.

Two: Damien had never actually been the true owner. The mastermind behind it all had always been Lucian Ravenshire.

Given her multiple battles against the Gate of Narrative, Vivienne leaned heavily toward the second theory. It was simply too clean, closing every single plot hole flawlessly.

If that hypothesis was true, then the likelihood of Lucian being the mole within the family skyrocketed. And the only way to prove whether the two clubs were intrinsically linked was to uncover the hardest piece of evidence: Was Tide Club currently pushing drugs?

Thus, from opening night onward, she had exhausted every means possible to gather proof. It wasn't that she enjoyed playing detective; the system's rules were simply too rigid. To prevent the storyline from forcefully correcting itself, she had to execute these pivotal investigations personally. God only knew how deeply tragic she felt while digging through dumpster sludge in the dead of night.

Realizing she was lost in thought, Cyril pinched the bridge of his nose. "When you were sixteen, you were digging into Dorian. At seventeen, you investigated Leander. You aren't even eighteen yet, and now you're trailing Lucian. Once you're done with him, are you going to move on to Benedict next? Vivi, what exactly are you looking for?"

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