Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 432

Dorian looked slightly uncomfortable as he walked to the front and took his place in the line.

"Lennox." Cyril grabbed the armrests of his wheelchair, moving to stand up.

Cedric immediately stepped forward to support him. "Mr. Cyril, Caspian said your legs are injured, so you are excused from the standing punishment. You just need to reflect on your mistakes."

Cyril nodded and wheeled his chair behind Vivienne.

"..."

Vivienne scratched her head. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt a burning sensation on the back of her head, like she was being intensely stared at.

What are you looking at?! Stop staring!

Feeling like her scalp was about to catch fire, Vivienne refused to back down. She whipped her head around, her peach-blossom eyes narrowing fiercely: What are you looking at? Don't forget who saved your innocence!

The gentleness in Cyril's eyes paused for a fraction of a second. His pupils darkened as he seamlessly looked away.

Yes!

Cyril Bean actually backed down?

Vivienne felt a spark of curiosity. Just as she was about to investigate further, Alaric spoke in a cold, authoritative tone.

"Stand straight."

"..."

I hate having a hall monitor sitting next to me when I'm trying to slack off.

Vivienne rolled her eyes at Alaric, keeping her face blank as she stood at attention again.

Now that Dorian and Cyril had both returned, where would the plot go next?

In the previous life she experienced, Aurelia never had her awakening, and Benedict never humiliated Lara. So far, she hadn't received any notifications about a main plot deviation. This meant the current events were still aligned with the storyline of 'I Just Wanted to Cause Trouble, How Did I Become the First Love?'.

Deep in thought, Vivienne looked at Aurelia, who was standing across from her.

Aurelia had her head lowered. Who knew what she was thinking? The words [Lovestruck Brain] floating above her head were strikingly obvious.

Alaric sat just below Caspian, while the second and third branches faced off on opposite sides of the room.

The maids walked in carrying porcelain cups of hot tea. Per tradition, everyone received their usual preferred blend. Cedric checked Caspian's tea, ensuring it was safe before leaving the room with the maids.

Because this was an unwritten part of the script, Vivienne was exceptionally cautious. Sitting in the back row, she decided to observe everyone from an independent perspective.

When Cedric had inspected the tea just moments ago, the gazes of Alaric, Lucian, Charles, Leander, and Julian had all deliberately lingered on the action. While it didn't prove they had poisoned the tea, it clearly showed they cared about that specific detail.

And then there was Cedric.

If everything Caspian consumed passed through his hands, why didn't he filter out the poison that day? Was the culprit too cunning and bypassed Cedric's inspection? Or was Cedric compromised?

Vivienne stole a glance at Cedric before casually picking up her floral tea.

Once the staff had retreated, Caspian tapped his fingers against the mahogany table. "Tell me. What are you all trying to do?"

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