Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 352

**Title: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 352**
**Content: Chapter 352 Townsville Plaza**

A lighthearted chuckle escaped from Lillian’s lips as she shook her head, a playful disbelief glimmering in her eyes. “So, tell me, where was your brother hiding during Mr. Geo’s birthday banquet? I honestly thought he would show up.”

But just like that, the spark in Ashley’s gaze dimmed, replaced by a heavy seriousness that settled between them like a thick, unwelcome fog. “My brother once had this grand dream of breaking into the entertainment industry,” she began, her voice tinged with bittersweet nostalgia, each word laced with the weight of unhealed wounds. “But our grandfather was absolutely against it. He was adamant that it was a foolish path, but my brother, being as stubborn as he is, chose to pursue it anyway. Their confrontation was nothing short of catastrophic. Ever since that day, he has completely distanced himself from the Hawk family name. To this day, very few people even know he’s the grandson of our grandfather.”

Lillian’s heart ached for her friend, the palpable pain filling the air with a tension that felt almost suffocating. “Don’t let it get to you,” she murmured softly, her tone gentle yet firm, like a warm embrace. “Older generations can be quite traditional in their views. But remember, his disapproval likely came from a place of concern, wanting what he thought was best for your brother. Time has a way of healing these rifts—there’s no grandfather who can hold a grudge against his grandson forever.”

Ashley sighed deeply, her shoulders drooping as she nodded slowly, the weight of her family’s conflict pressing heavily upon her. “I really hope you’re right. Anyway, let’s change the topic. We finally managed to escape today, so you’re stuck with me now. You can’t imagine how miserable I’ve been—my mother has been keeping me cooped up at home, forcing me to endure endless etiquette lessons. Honestly, I’m about ready to explode!”

With a determined flick of her wrist, Ashley turned the steering wheel, guiding the car into the underground parking lot. The smooth descent into the dimly lit space felt like a welcome reprieve from their earlier conversation, the anticipation of their outing lifting her spirits.

As they stepped out of the car, the grandeur of Townsville Plaza unfolded before them like a lavish scene from a cinematic masterpiece. This was no ordinary shopping center; it was a veritable haven for the affluent, where every luxury brand imaginable flaunted its opulent storefronts. Anyone who dared to shop here was likely to be dripping in wealth and influence—or both.

Ashley moved through the plaza with an air of confidence that was almost magnetic, her presence demanding attention. At each boutique, sales associates practically glowed upon seeing her, rushing forward with eager smiles, ready to showcase their latest collections. Without a moment’s hesitation, Ashley began selecting pieces, her eyes sparkling with excitement and the thrill of possibility. Within half an hour, both she and Lillian found themselves juggling a mountain of shopping bags, the exhilaration of the hunt palpable in the air.

Eventually, Lillian sank into a plush sofa in the lounge area, flipping through the glossy pages of a fashion magazine, her mind momentarily lost in the world of haute couture. Meanwhile, Ashley continued her relentless search through another rack of clothes, her enthusiasm infectious.

“Lillian,” Ashley called out, her tone playful yet tinged with mock accusation, not even glancing up from her task, “why am I the only one splurging here? You haven’t picked out a single dress!”

Lillian remained engrossed in the magazine, her tone light and dismissive. “I already have plenty of clothes. There’s really no point in adding more to the collection.”

Between the expansive closets at Light Estate and Ravenwood Manor, both of which were larger than most people’s living spaces, Sebastian ensured that fresh designer collections arrived monthly. Lillian rarely felt the need to shop for herself.

Ashley, however, was unconvinced, her brow furrowing in determination. “No woman can ever have too many clothes! And let’s be honest, your wardrobe leans way too casual. That won’t cut it when you get to college. It’s a jungle out there—flowers blooming everywhere. Keep dressing like that, and you’ll be buried in no time.”

Lillian couldn’t help but laugh, her amusement bubbling over. Her wardrobe was indeed a treasure trove of styles; she simply prioritized comfort over the latest trends, much to Ashley’s dismay.

With a determined glint in her eye, Ashley pulled a stunning midnight-blue gown from the rack, holding it up triumphantly like a trophy. The bodice was sleek and strapless, while the skirt flowed like the night sky, adorned with a galaxy of tiny sparkles that twinkled as if they were stars.

The sales associate, her eyes gleaming with admiration, chimed in enthusiastically, “Ms. Ashley has an eye for fashion! This is our newest arrival—one color, one size. There’s only this single piece in all of Dracovia. And I must say, this young lady’s figure is absolutely perfect for it.”

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