Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: His Cold Indifference

Far away, across the ocean—

Inside the sleek, glass-walled conference room at Austine Financial Group’s towering headquarters, a diverse group of business leaders gathered around an expansive oval table. The room buzzed with a symphony of languages and accents—black, white, yellow—representatives from every corner of the globe engaged in heated debates and negotiations. It was like witnessing a miniature version of a world summit, alive with ambition and strategy.

At the head of the table, Sebastian reclined in his leather chair, his eyes half-lidded in apparent disinterest. His posture was languid, as if the clamor swirling around him was nothing more than background noise, irrelevant to his concerns.

Suddenly, the double doors to the conference room burst open. Foster strode in with purpose, bending slightly to murmur something urgently into Sebastian’s ear. Without a word, Sebastian rose abruptly, his chair scraping softly against the polished floor, and exited the room. Foster was right behind him, matching his pace.

The assembled executives were left stunned, a heavy silence settling over the room. None had ever witnessed such a sudden departure from Sebastian before.

On the top floor, in Sebastian’s private office, he stood by the vast windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. The city’s sprawling skyline was a blur beneath the overcast sky, but his gaze was sharp and unyielding. His voice was cold and clipped as he spoke, “Are we absolutely sure the Stint family is behind this investigation?”

Without hesitation, Foster responded, “Yes, sir. Our sources have confirmed it. Miss Lilian was in Morovia recently, and Richard was there as well. Something must have triggered him to launch this full-scale inquiry into her.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, his expression turning icy and calculating. “I want every detail about what happened to Lilian in Morovia. Richard never moves without reason—he’s after something. We need to know what.”

Foster nodded respectfully. “Understood. Also… Miss An still refuses to leave the company. She’s insistent on seeing you.”

A faint, cruel smile curled at the corner of Sebastian’s mouth. “A woman who doesn’t know her place? Throw her out. Make it clear: if she doesn’t walk away now, there will be no An Group left to speak of.”

He recalled how, the moment he found out Lilian had been upset by that woman’s presence, he had immediately fired her and issued a stern warning. Yet, it seemed she was more stubborn than he had anticipated.

Foster took the order and exited the office promptly.

Sebastian remained at the window, his face a mixture of frustration and helplessness. He longed to keep Lilian close, to shield her from every storm, but he also understood that he couldn’t cage her spirit. His love meant letting her fly—even if it pained him deeply. Protecting her from afar was the only option he could allow himself.

The thought of her traveling to Morovia with Jacob stirred a possessive ache in his chest, making him want to lock her away from the world. Still, he restrained himself. Pulling out his phone, he stared at the photo of her back posted on Twitter, the hard edges of his expression softening without his conscious awareness.

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