Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 342

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 342**
**Chapter 342: Mr. Morten’s Plan**

Within the grand, sprawling estate of the Lindt family, an air thick with unexpressed emotions hung heavily in the study, casting a shadow over the room that felt almost suffocating. The silence was palpable, as if the very walls were straining to hear the unspoken words swirling among the occupants. Mr. Morten sat at the center of this charged atmosphere, his fingers deftly manipulating a pair of Baoding balls, the soft clinking sound a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing in his mind. Each rhythmic motion seemed to echo the complexity of the situation they faced, particularly regarding Sebastian, a titan in the world of business whose attention had recently strayed.

Leon, seated a short distance away, was a portrait of tension. His body was rigid, muscles coiled tightly as if bracing for an impending explosion. His gaze flickered anxiously between his grandfather and his sister, Triny, who stood nearby, her form a study in distress. The anxiety etched across her features was unmistakable, and the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes told a story of deep frustration and longing. The collective weight of their unspoken fears pressed down on them like an oppressive fog.

As the minutes dragged on, each tick of the clock resonated like a distant drumbeat, amplifying the tension in the room until Mr. Morten finally broke the stillness with a deliberate, measured breath. “Triny,” he began, his voice steady yet heavy with the gravity of the moment. “You must understand that Sebastian is not a man to be easily swayed. He is a powerful figure in the business realm, and your efforts may be in vain unless he chooses to pursue you.”

Triny felt a surge of desperation claw at her insides, his words striking her like a physical blow. “But… she is so ordinary, Grandfather! Why her? Why not me?” The question tore through her, an echo of injustice that refused to fade. How could someone so unremarkable capture Sebastian’s attention while she, with all her passion and determination, was left in the shadows?

Mr. Morten paused, his fingers slowing as he rolled the Baoding balls thoughtfully between his palms, his expression contemplative. “Are you absolutely certain that this woman holds significance for Sebastian?” His question hung in the air, laden with skepticism.

“Absolutely certain,” Triny insisted, her voice trembling but resolute. “His eyes don’t lie.” The memory of their last encounter surged back, vivid and painful—the way he had embraced that woman, the unmistakable look of adoration etched across his features. It was a moment that replayed in her mind, tormenting her with its clarity. How could she ever doubt it?

A cold laugh escaped Mr. Morten’s lips, laced with disdain. “Just like his father. Another fool blinded by love.”

Leon, unable to contain his frustration any longer, leaned forward, urgency coloring his tone. “Father, what are we to do now? Are we to stand by and watch Triny follow in my sister’s footsteps, treading the same sorrowful path?”

“I won’t!” Triny interjected fiercely, her voice rising with defiance. Her eyes blazed with a fierce determination, mirroring the unwavering resolve that had once shimmered in her grandfather’s gaze. “If I’ve set my sights on him, I will have him, even if it costs me everything. I refuse to end up like my aunt, forced into a loveless marriage abroad.”

Mr. Morten’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her with a blend of skepticism and concern. “Do you truly believe you can make that man fall for you? You understand that once a Whitmore man commits his heart, it is a bond that cannot be broken. Knowing this, do you still wish to defy destiny?”

Triny held his gaze, unwavering. “Yes, Grandfather. In all my life, I have never been more certain of anything. Please, help me.”

Leon’s face twisted with anguish, reflecting the family’s troubled history. “Your aunt was just as stubborn, and now you too… Is it our fate to be bound to the Whitmore family? Are there no other destinies for the Lindt daughters?”

“Father, I am not like my aunt. She was willing to give up easily. I will not. I refuse.”

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