Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Layla

The car wove its way deeper into the bustling heart of Kingston. Through the window, Lillian observed the familiar chaos below—streets choked with traffic, towering skyscrapers rising like giants, each building radiating its own distinct character and history. The city’s pulse was relentless, alive with noise and movement.

Suddenly, up ahead, the vehicle ground to a halt. A dense crowd had gathered at the foot of a high-rise, completely blocking the narrow street. The car was trapped, unable to inch forward.

Karina leaned toward the window, her voice low and tense. “Looks like someone’s about to jump.”

Following her gaze, Lillian’s eyes locked onto a figure perched precariously on the rooftop’s edge. A woman with long hair whipped fiercely by the wind, her slender frame trembling as if the slightest gust could send her tumbling into the abyss below.

Recognition hit Lillian like a jolt. That woman was Layla—her father’s trusted right hand in her previous life. Layla, once hailed by financial magazines as the “Goddess of the Market,” a symbol of strength and resilience.

Lillian’s mind drifted back. Layla had been the embodiment of female power, rising from the ashes of a failed marriage that had driven her to the brink of despair, even to the point of a suicide attempt. From those dark depths, she had clawed her way back, building a career that soared to dizzying heights.

In a past interview, Layla had openly credited Shen Guozhong as her savior—the man who had given her a lifeline when she had nothing left. Out of gratitude and loyalty, she had devoted herself to him, helping to elevate the Sinclair Group to unmatched success.

A smirk curled at the corner of Lillian’s lips, her eyes narrowing with a hint of derision. She turned to Karina. “Find a place to park. I need to handle this.” Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and stepped out into the cold air.

By the time Lillian reached the rooftop, several officers were already present, their voices calm and soothing as they tried to coax Layla back from the edge. But Layla remained frozen, her face blank, eyes staring straight ahead into the void. Her lips quivered as she repeated a haunting phrase, “I’ve lost everything… everything…”

Lillian stopped a few feet away, casting a glance over the edge before speaking with a casual, almost mocking tone. “That’s quite a drop you’ve got there. Jumping from this height must give quite the rush—one loud crack, then splatter, like a watermelon smashed to bits. You really picked the perfect spot.”

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