Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 585

As the door clicked shut, cutting off the last sliver of light from the hallway, the atmosphere in the room turned strangely intense.

Vivienne stared at Cyril, assessing him. She had expected her sudden appearance to startle the manipulative jerk, but he hadn't reacted at all.

Cyril stood there in silence until the liquid in his cup completely stilled, then slowly walked over to her.

They stopped a foot apart. From this distance, he could clearly see his own reflection in her dark eyes and the damp frost clinging to her long eyelashes.

Cyril offered her the cup. "Warm up first."

Vivienne pushed his hand away. "I'm not cold."

Truth be told, she had sprinted from the car to find his office, and her body was still burning hot from the exertion, but she wasn't about to show weakness.

Cyril silently curled his fingers back, shifting his grip to the handle. When Vivienne had pushed the cup, her palm had accidentally brushed against his fingertips.

The ginger tea rippled in perfect, concentric circles again.

"..."

Cyril lowered his eyes and took a quiet sip of the tea.

Vivienne shifted in the leather chair, rapping her knuckles against the desk with authority. "You said it wasn't convenient. Well, I'm here now. Give me the files."

Cyril set the cup down. "The files aren't here."

Vivienne stood up, her brow furrowing with suspicion. "Cyril, are you messing with me?"

Cyril gestured casually around the room. "This is a government building. It's my temporary workspace. Do you honestly think I'd keep highly classified intelligence in a place like this?"

That made sense. Vivienne sat back down. "Then where did you put it?"

"At my apartment, naturally." Cyril checked his watch with professional detachment. "I have a meeting this afternoon and can't leave. If you're in a hurry, I can have Moira drive you there first, and I'll give it to you when I'm done."

"Go to your place?" Vivienne straightened her posture, her eyes darkening with intrigue.

"What's with that look?" Cyril asked. "My father's people are keeping an eye on me. How am I supposed to give you the files if I don't go home? Or... you could wait in the car and I'll have Lennox bring them down?"

Vivienne coughed lightly, propping her chin on her hand as she calculated her next move.

Leaving that Palpitation rate hovering at 99% was just a waste. Why not take this opportunity to secure the final 1%?

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