Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 831

Kael was in no mood to defend himself, his face tight with panic. "Preston, what do we do now?"

Seeing Kael acting so uncharacteristically terrified, Josslyn stared hard at the bank statement in his hands, piecing the puzzle together.

"You..."

Josslyn grabbed Kael violently by the collar. "You're laundering money?" He snapped his head toward Preston. "And you let him play a game like this? Are you out of your mind?"

With their kind of wealth and status, liquid cash was the absolute least of their concerns. Kael was being groomed for a brilliant political career. If he was caught running an illicit underground operation, his future would be obliterated.

It was the exact reason why, despite the Ravenshires' absolute dominance, men like Benedict could never formally stand in the political spotlight.

Kael shoved Josslyn's hands away, his expression grim. "Don't blame Preston. He warned me. I just got greedy."

Josslyn looked thoroughly disgusted. "Who actually owns the casino?"

Kael glanced at Preston. "The Celestial Tier is Preston's private playground. The other three tiers are mine."

When the Whitmore family empire fractured, Preston immediately saw the massive vacuum in the slum gambling rings. But Preston had zero interest in accumulating wealth; he only cared about the psychological thrill of the game. He had told Kael to find a reliable proxy—they would provide the political cover while the proxy managed the floor.

Preston had engineered a brilliant, highly systematic underground betting circuit. If run perfectly, it was projected to pull in billions annually.

The sheer scale of the profit had completely blinded Kael. He refused to hand it over to a proxy and decided to act as the house himself.

Preston hadn't cared. He took exclusive control of the Celestial Tier and tossed the rest to Kael. He didn't take a single dime of the profits from the lower tiers; every cent went straight into Kael's network.

Knowing that even a whisper of this would destroy him, Kael had set up a labyrinthine system where the funds bounced through dozens of ghost accounts before trickling into his personal trust.

He had even hired an elite cyber-security team specifically to monitor those accounts. If any breach was detected, the digital trail was supposed to be incinerated instantly.

He had thought the operation was untouchable. He never expected Vivienne to kick his front door down.

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