Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 595

Cyril hadn't expected anything from her anyway. He found an exclusive private kitchen and placed an order.

"Cyril, fine, no noodles, but you can at least make me a glass of strawberry juice, right?"

Did he invite a princess into his home?

Cyril turned and walked into the kitchen. Soon, the whir of a blender echoed through the apartment. A few moments later, he emerged with a glass of strawberry juice and a glass of orange juice.

Vivienne took the strawberry juice and took a sip through the straw. Cyril sat down on the adjacent sofa and casually picked up one of the binders detailing the Beauforts' crazy history.

"Are you interested in the Beaufort royal family too?" Vivienne asked, pretending to sound casual.

Cyril shook his head. "Not interested."

He had only picked it up to pass the time because she had looked so absorbed in it.

Vivienne chewed on her straw, sounding a bit pensive. "Since the Beaufort family is so unhinged, do you think Grandpa will be in danger going to Solenforth?"

Knowing she was worried about Caspian Ravenshire, Cyril thought for a moment before picking up the remote and turning on the TV.

The local news channel was rebroadcasting the bilateral summit from a few days ago.

As the host, Queen Julia had brought all the royal family members to the conference. In the footage, Princess Boudica was speaking on behalf of the Queen.

Vivienne's eyes lit up. In her past life, her brain had been entirely consumed with getting her name into the Ravenshire Family Registry, and later, trying to make Alaric like her. She had never paid attention to global politics. She hadn't realized the Queen's family was so ridiculously attractive.

Every single one of them had pale, flawless skin and exquisite features. If she didn't know better, she would have assumed they had vampire blood.

The atmosphere of the meeting was solemn. The camera panned across the royal members, and Vivienne stared at a silver-haired young man in a royal military uniform on the viewing stand.

"Why is there a guy with silver hair? Does the royal family do cosplay?"

Cyril glanced at the screen just as the camera cut away.

Vivienne couldn't quite put her finger on what was so strange about it. Looking through the dossier in her hand, she figured that given his position among the core royals and his apparent age, the silver-haired guy had to be the treasonous Prince Amadis, who had turned his father's funeral into a circus.

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