Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Awakening

At that very moment, high above the city in the sleek, glass-walled conference room on the top floor of Empire Group’s headquarters, the meeting was still underway. The air was thick with tension, a palpable pressure that kept every manager and executive alert, their nerves taut as strings.

Sebastian lounged at the head of the long table, his posture casual yet commanding. His long legs were crossed with ease, and his fingers drummed softly against the gleaming surface. His face, undeniably handsome, was unreadable—calm and detached, betraying no hint of emotion.

To his right, a business partner spoke with confidence, outlining the details of the latest project proposal. His voice was steady, but the room’s charged atmosphere made every word feel heavier, more significant.

Then, without warning, a sharp ringtone sliced through the silence like a sudden crack of thunder. The entire room froze instantly, eyes wide, breaths caught mid-air. Who could be so careless as to let their phone ring during such a critical meeting?

Sebastian reached out and picked up the phone lying on the table. A collective, silent sigh of relief rippled through the crowd—after all, no one wanted an interruption. But their relief was short-lived. To everyone’s shock, Sebastian actually answered the call. It was well known that he never took calls during meetings. Yet this time, the moment the phone rang, he responded without hesitation.

Behind him, Foster couldn’t help but steal a glance at the screen. The caller ID read “The Manor.” Louis never disturbed the boss at work. What could possibly be so urgent? A sudden thought struck him—could it be…?

Sebastian had barely caught the first words when he sprang to his feet, his voice sharp and demanding, “Repeat that.”

“Sir, Ms. Lilian has woken up. She’s truly awake,” Louis’s voice trembled with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

Sebastian staggered forward as if his legs might give out beneath him, then bolted out of the room.

Foster, maintaining his usual stoicism, turned to the stunned managers. “That’s all for today. You may all leave.” Without another word, he hurried after Sebastian.

The remaining executives exchanged bewildered glances, their minds racing to comprehend what could have possibly shaken their usually composed and calculating leader to such a degree.

Sebastian raced back to the manor as if propelled by wings, wishing the car beneath him was a rocket. Fortunately, the streets were nearly deserted, allowing him to speed without interruption.

The vehicle screeched to a halt outside the grand main house. He sprang out, his eyes scanning the spacious hall frantically. No sign of her. Heart pounding, he rushed toward the dining room—and then froze at the doorway.

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There she was. Lilian sat quietly at the dining table, delicately holding a rib bone between slender fingers, nibbling at it with a contented smile that made her seem almost kitten-like.

Her eyes sparkled brightly, like stars twinkling in the night sky. When she noticed him standing at the entrance, her gaze sharpened slightly before her radiant smile blossomed fully. Her clear, melodious voice filled the room. “Mr. Whitmore, it’s been a long time.”

Sebastian’s eyes glistened with moisture. Without hesitation, he strode forward, gently pulling her from the chair and enveloping her in a tight embrace. The familiar scent, the genuine warmth—it was truly her.

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