Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: The Man’s Investigation

The group emerged from the cave, the fading light casting long shadows across the rugged terrain. To verify the presence of the mineral vein more thoroughly, Richard decided they would set up camp outside for the night. This arrangement suited Lillian perfectly, as it granted her additional time to devise a plan in the quiet solitude of the forest.

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Wanting to avoid the company of people she found unbearable, Lillian approached Richard with a request. “I’d like to take a walk in the forest,” she said softly, hoping he would agree.

Richard looked at her thoughtfully, scrutinizing her face as if trying to read her true intentions. “Have you thought this through? You can’t really run away. Your communication devices have all been confiscated by my men, and you don’t have any money. No matter where you go, you won’t get far.”

Red’s voice cut through the air, cold and impassive. “Ms. Lillian should rest. We’re deep in the mountains here. There are countless unknown dangers lurking. If something happened to her, would we be expected to send our men out to rescue her?” Her disdain was obvious—she couldn’t stand Lillian’s constant disrespect, always speaking as if she held all the power just because of her gambling skills.

Richard, however, remained composed. He shrugged off his suit jacket and spoke with calm authority. “Ms. Lillian may walk as she wishes, but she must not stray too far. The mountains at night are perilous.”

He wasn’t genuinely concerned about her fleeing; after all, she was only fifteen. How much trouble could she truly cause? What mattered was her unique ability, not keeping her locked up like a prisoner under constant surveillance.

Satisfied with his answer, Lillian stepped out into the forest.

Watching her retreating figure, Red frowned. “Sir, aren’t you worried she might run off?”

Richard uncorked a bottle of wine, poured himself a glass, and swirled the deep red liquid thoughtfully. “Red, you’re too cautious. She’s just a fifteen-year-old girl. What kind of storm could she possibly stir up? Enough of this. Get the workers moving. Mr. Nicholas will arrive tonight—you go and receive him.”

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