Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Conspiracy

Laura returned to her room, her mind weighed down by a storm of thoughts. From the lowest shelf of her cabinet, she carefully retrieved an old photo album, its worn cover hinting at the memories within. She flipped through the pages with quick, almost desperate motions until she paused, her breath catching as tears began to spill down her cheeks.

Her finger lingered over the image of two young girls, their smiles frozen in time. A soft whisper escaped her lips, trembling with emotion. “The resemblance… it’s striking. Catherine… please, tell me—is she really your daughter?”

Later that afternoon, Lillian accompanied Geo to a highly secured facility.

The sleek black car came to a halt before an imposing building, its glass facade reflecting the gray sky. As they stepped out, attendants hurried forward, opening the doors with practiced efficiency.

Lillian followed closely behind Geo as they made their way directly to the fifth floor. A contingent of staff and armed guards flanked them, maintaining a tight formation.

When the elevator doors slid open, the guards stationed there immediately snapped to attention, their voices respectful and sharp. “Mr. Geo.”

He responded with a curt nod, his expression unreadable.

The group proceeded down a sterile corridor toward a heavily guarded ward. Several soldiers stood watch, their eyes scanning the visitors carefully.

One of the guards stepped forward, relief evident in his voice. “Mr. Geo, you’ve arrived at last.”

Leaning heavily on his cane, Geo’s face was set in a grim mask. His voice lowered as he asked, “Any news yet?”

“Not at this time. Dr. Jorge is already here, along with some senior researchers,” the soldier replied.

Geo tightened his grip on the cane, then turned to Lillian. “Come on, girl. Let’s see for ourselves.”

Only then did the guards notice the slender figure beside him—a young woman dressed in black sportswear, her baseball cap pulled low to cast a shadow over half her face.

“Lillian?” a voice called out hesitantly, as if seeking confirmation.

She lifted her head and glanced over. The man standing before her was tall and imposing in full military attire, his sharp features made even more severe by the uniform. Fate, it seemed, had brought them together again. “Fawks. It’s been a long time.”

It was indeed Fawks. Even Lillian hadn’t expected to encounter him here.

Geo frowned, puzzled. “So you know him?”

Lillian offered a faint smile and nodded. “Yes, but only slightly. We’ve met twice.”

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