The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Meanwhile, Silas was still in the car heading to the project site. His phone buzzed. He pulled it out and unlocked the screen.

As expected.

A notification flashed brightly with the name “Vivian.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He played the voice memo, and her cool, confident voice filled his

ears.

“Silas, your ex-girlfriend just waltzed into our house. Do you want to handle this, or should?”

A blatant assertion of dominance.

Perhaps with a hidden layer-

Keep your ex away from me.

Silas’s dark gaze lingered on the screen for a moment before a sharp pain flared in his eyes.

He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, ignoring the message.

Back at the house, Vivian clutched her phone, waiting. While his silence was entirely expected, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of irritation.

What was the point of him owning a phone?

She sent voice memos to make it easy for him! Since he wasn’t replying, she took that as a green light to choose option B.

Upstairs, Grace descended the steps, clutching a shopping bag. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the floorboards.

Raised in absolute wealth, Grace was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Her parents had showered her with love and security.

Without a doubt, she carried herself with supreme elegance.

Her background alone was enough to make men fall at her feet.

“I’ve got my things,” Grace announced, stopping in front of Vivian. On the surface, they appeared to be the same height, but Grace was wearing high heels while Vivian was in flats.

“Ms. Fairchild, I suggest you seriously consider my advice. This kind of situation isn’t a good look. If word gets out, it will ruin your reputation.”

Vivian laughed. “What kind of situation?”

“Are

you trying to call me a homewrecker?”

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Grace arched her perfectly manicured brows. “Aren’t you?”

“Tsk.”

Vivian clicked her tongue. “Your skin is much thicker than I imagined, Grace.”

“You-!”

Grace wanted to explode, but years of high-society etiquette held her back.

Getting into a screaming match with another woman was entirely beneath her.

She tilted her chin up like a proud swan. “Silas will never love you. And the one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker. Haven’t you heard that phrase?”

Vivian had heard it.

In fact, in this specific scenario, she slightly agreed.

She nodded. “Anything else?”

Grace looked at her in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“If there’s nothing else, I have some bad news.” Vivian pointed at the bag in Grace’s hand. “I

need to check that bag to ensure everything in there actually belongs to you.”

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Grace stared, her eyes wide, taking a long time to finally exhale.

In all her life, she had never been subjected to such blatant disrespect.

“Are you implying I’d steal something?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“…”

Looking at Vivian’s completely innocent expression, Grace nearly ground her teeth into dust. She tightened her grip on the bag. “Everything in here is mine. I am absolutely not letting you search it.”

Suddenly, Vivian looked past Grace’s shoulder. “Silas? Why are you back so early?”

“…”

Grace instinctively spun around. The second she did, her hand was empty.

When she turned back, the woman was lounging in a chair, casually rummaging through her bag. Vivian flipped through the items with the careless indifference of a raccoon going through the trash.

“Well, look at that. I had no idea you kept a secret stash of Silas’s photos.”

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“And what’s this?”

Vivian pulled out a clear box filled with colorful, hand-folded paper stars. “Please don’t tell me Silas made these. That would completely ruin his rugged image.”

“…” Grace’s face flushed violently, then drained of color. She lunged forward. “Give that back!”