Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 300

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Chapter 300: The Conspiracy Unfolds

Lillian watched the two men bicker back and forth with a bemused smile, shaking her head in disbelief. How could someone like Sebastian, so composed and powerful, have friends who acted so absurdly? The scene before her seemed almost surreal, like watching clowns stumble through a serious play.

Her gaze swept across the bustling area, searching for any sign of Sebastian. When she found none, a frown crept onto her face, confusion settling in. “Where is Sebastian?” she asked quietly, her voice tinged with concern.

Cameron, leaning casually nearby, replied easily, “He had to deal with something urgent. Said he’d be back shortly.”

“Urgent?” Lillian’s brow furrowed. She had known Sebastian long enough to realize he never left her side for anything less than truly serious. Whatever this matter was, it must be important—more important than she could imagine.

Noticing the worry flickering in her eyes, Fawks spoke up calmly, trying to reassure her. “Don’t fret. He should be back any moment now.”

Lillian nodded softly, though her mind was still clouded with unease. She turned and headed toward the steaming pool, the warm mist rising in gentle swirls around her.

Just as she stepped into the inviting water, Noreen appeared, her expression carefully composed into something unreadable—smooth and controlled. The bright sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a soft glow on Noreen’s pale skin and the striking red swimsuit that hugged her every curve. Every inch of her seemed designed to captivate attention effortlessly.

Cameron’s playful grin returned, his usual teasing smirk lighting up his face. “Miss Du, looking that stunning should be illegal. How are the rest of us supposed to keep up?”

Noreen shot him a mock glare, her voice dripping with lighthearted sarcasm. “You only dare tease me because my brother isn’t around. Watch out—when he comes back, you might get skinned alive.” She stepped gracefully into the water, the ripples catching the sunlight as she moved.

Feigning terror, Cameron clutched his chest dramatically. “Oh no, I’m utterly terrified.”

His shameless act quickly drew laughter, and soon the others were splashing him with water, their laughter echoing through the warm afternoon air.

Meanwhile, in a distant villa on the same sprawling estate, the atmosphere was starkly different. From the entrance to every corner, men dressed in black stood like sentinels, their faces sharp and alert, radiating unwavering vigilance.

When Sebastian arrived, the guards immediately straightened and greeted him in unison, their voices respectful and measured. “Mr. Whitmore.”

Without a word, Sebastian and Foster moved swiftly inside, heading directly upstairs to one of the second-floor bedrooms.

Inside, a woman sat nervously on the worn sofa. Her gown was crumpled and stained, her makeup smeared and streaked from tears or anxiety. Her hands twisted the fabric of her skirt repeatedly, betraying her inner turmoil. At the sound of the door opening, she snapped her head up, a flicker of fear flashing across her eyes.