Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 733

The moment Julian heard they were hunting The Mole, he shelved his personal grudges and agreed to cooperate unconditionally.

And Cyril went without saying—anything that made Dorian's life miserable was something he was more than happy to do.

They predicted the killers would strike at night to remain undetected. To avoid tipping them off, Alaric secretly arranged for backup to approach from two separate routes.

But the best-laid plans go awry. Unexpectedly, a crew of raiders had also infiltrated the resort, and a deeply resentful Preston was ready to sabotage things at any moment. The worst variable, however, was this freak thunderstorm.

The storm shattered all of Alaric's preemptive planning. Communications were wiped out, meaning his secret backup wouldn't arrive on schedule.

Left with no alternatives, the three hastily drafted a new strategy.

First, Alaric would keep everyone calm and coordinate their safe evacuation. Then, Julian would act as bait to draw the enemies' fire, working in tandem with Cyril to ambush and eliminate The Raiders. Once the mercenaries were dispatched, they would arm themselves with the stolen firepower and reinforce Alaric's position.

The communication blackout would immediately alert the backup teams that something was wrong. Even with a hurricane blocking their path, they would stop at nothing to reach the resort. As long as the trio held their ground tonight, the tables would turn.

This was the unbreakable promise forged between Alaric, Cyril, and Julian. Wesley raising objections right now—even out of intense loyalty—was not something Alaric could entertain.

He frowned slightly. "Wesley, this matter has already been settled."

Wesley threw Alaric a side glance and muttered, "You three settled it. I never agreed to it."

"..." Alaric looked up at him. "Did I need your approval?"

Wesley stiffened his neck stubbornly. "Why wouldn't you? If you die, I'm out of a job."

Where else was he going to find a job this good?

Alaric was speechless.

"Alaric, you're usually so brilliant. Why are you being so foolish about this? Cyril and Julian belong to the second branch! Have you forgotten what kind of people they are? If they hadn't bribed the doctors, you wouldn't have spent eight years rotting in St. Helorian Chapel."

Alaric's expression remained indifferent.

Wesley took a deep breath. "Alaric, never drop your guard against them. The assassins are already here, and the backup we arranged hasn't shown up. We cannot bet everything on this one path."

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