Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 813

As Mina pushed Vivienne out of Wolfram Manor, she couldn't stop turning things over in her mind.

Was the Ravenshire heir really that susceptible to flattery? She swore that when Vivienne called him "the most amazing," if Alaric had a tail, it would have been wagging at lightspeed.

Suddenly, the image of their overlapping silhouettes on the daybed, bathed in golden light, flashed in her mind again.

Mina's expression turned incredibly weird. "Vivi..."

"Yeah?" Vivienne looked up, her eyes clear and innocent.

"Did you feel like..." Mina's brain abruptly slammed on the brakes, and she mentally cursed herself.

What the hell was she thinking?

One was as cold and pure as untouched snow, and the other was as bright and fiercely honest as a raging fire. How could she even entertain such filthy thoughts?

Mina shook her head. "Never mind. Thanks for today. If it wasn't for you, Alaric never would have helped."

Vivienne waved her off. "Don't mention it. Dinner tonight?"

Mina hesitated, bringing her hands together in an apologetic gesture. "I can't tonight. I have plans. Rain check?"

"Plans? With who? Who besides us is even willing to talk to you right now?" Vivienne looked highly skeptical.

Mina avoided eye contact. "Nobody important. I'll tell you about it later."

*

Crown Hospital.

Julian was lounging against his plush pillows, in a fantastic mood, casually carving a peeled apple into the shape of a little rabbit.

Leander sat far away in the corner of the sofa, his face as dark as thunder.

"Did you hear a single word I just said? Alaric is going to The 313th Unit, and even Cyril managed to get assigned to the A.N.S. Azure. If this keeps up, where exactly do you fit into the Ravenshire family?"

"If I don't fit, I don't fit," Julian replied. "Perfect excuse to strike out on my own."

"Strike out on your own?" Leander's temples throbbed with fury. "Are you trying to send me to an early grave?! They both have elite placements now, and you're just laying in a hospital bed! Do you have zero ambition?"

"Alaric gets to go to The 313th Unit because his father was a Golden Gun General. Cyril gets the A.N.S. Azure because his father is the Council Speaker." Julian let out a sharp, mocking laugh, shooting Leander a loaded glare. "And the reason I'm stuck in this bed is entirely because of the walking disaster I have for a father."

"You reap what you sow. I'm not even blaming you, so what are you complaining about?"

"You!"

Julian was driving the knife right into Leander's sorest spots, making Leander feel like he was about to drop dead on the spot.

Unable to win the argument, he forced himself to chug a glass of water to cool down.

"Old Madam Cavanaugh came to see you yesterday?"

Julian just rolled his eyes.

Leander swallowed his annoyance and kept going. "She certainly cares about you, but at the end of the day, Caelan Cavanaugh calls the shots in that family."

Julian didn't take the bait.

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