Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 828

Preston took off his riding helmet and headed back to the lounge.

Inside the sprawling glass penthouse.

Princess Titania and a group of aristocratic exchange students from Solenforth were huddled around a massive ten-foot screen, aggressively raising their bets on Fighter Number Four. The moment the digital screen flashed WIN and doubled their payouts, the room erupted into cheers and screams.

Josslyn Keating was completely unfazed. Having zero interest in the betting pool, he stood by the window with Kael's binoculars, surveying the entire equestrian track.

Jade Cavanaugh, who couldn't stand Titania, stood off to the side, sipping champagne while scrolling through a tablet.

A moment later, Preston pushed the door open and walked in.

"Preston!" Titania immediately ditched the group, practically throwing herself at him and clinging to his arm. "When are they bringing out the new fighters? This game is addictive."

Preston, still flushed from the sweltering heat outside, smoothly pulled his arm away. He accepted a glass of water from Jade without a second thought and looked toward Josslyn. "Where's Kael?"

Titania pouted. If this were anyone else, she would have thrown a massive fit by now. But Preston had a way of keeping her in check. Between the adrenaline-fueled games he introduced and the intoxicating, unpredictable tension of his casual flirting, it was like riding a psychological roller coaster.

The little princess had never met anyone so dangerously captivating. She was obsessed.

Josslyn checked the time. "He said he had to step out to take a call."

Preston raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Josslyn's expression turned slightly grim. "That was over half an hour ago."

Just then, the club manager burst into the lounge, entirely panicked. "Mr. Everhart, we have a massive problem! Someone showed up looking for trouble—they're beating Mr. Kenyon to a pulp!"

The color drained from everyone's faces.

Preston's expression remained dangerously calm. "Speak clearly. Who's beating who?"

The manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his legs visibly trembling. "Mr. Kenyon! They're absolutely vicious. They barged in and started smashing things. You need to come down right now, or they're going to kill him!"

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