Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 364

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 364**
**CONTENT: Chapter 364 Schemes 3**

The grand hall, usually a beacon of elegance and sophistication, suddenly transformed into a battleground of emotions as chaos erupted, drawing the attention of every guest in attendance. The atmosphere thickened, charged with a palpable tension, akin to the stillness before a storm. Evan and Mr. Morten hurried toward the source of the commotion, their faces a mix of concern and bewilderment, as if they were trying to make sense of a nightmare unfolding before their eyes.

“What on earth is happening here?” Evan’s voice sliced through the murmurs of confusion, laced with authority and urgency, demanding answers from the chaos.

Ariana, her cheeks glistening with tears, clung to the moment like a lifeline, her voice a desperate plea. “Grandfather, save me! This woman—she’s trying to kill me!” Each word trembled with fear, echoing the depth of her despair as she looked to her family for protection.

Mr. Morten’s voice boomed with authority, cracking like a whip in the heavy air. “Ms. Harrington, what is the meaning of this? Do you intend to disrupt my family’s banquet?” His eyes narrowed as they bore into Lillian, demanding an explanation that seemed to hang just out of reach.

Even Evan, who typically exuded calm and control, appeared rattled by the unfolding scene. “Lillian, whatever this is, speak plainly. Let Ariana go first.” His tone was firm, yet the undercurrent of anxiety betrayed his usual composed demeanor, revealing the cracks in his facade.

But Lillian remained unfazed, her expression as impenetrable as ice. The corners of her mouth barely moved as she replied, her voice flat and merciless. “You won’t talk? Fine. Then don’t blame me for what happens next.”

With a swift and deliberate motion, she thrust Ariana forward. The young woman stumbled, crashing to the polished floor, landing with a thud that reverberated through the hall.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, a collective intake of breath that mirrored the shock painted on their faces. The girl who had seemed so gentle just moments ago now radiated a fierce, unyielding energy that sent shivers down spines.

Mr. Morten’s fury erupted like a volcano, his voice echoing with righteous indignation. “Insolent! Do you believe that being Sebastian’s fiancée grants you the right to behave like a tyrant in the Lindt home? You will not leave this house until you explain yourself!” His words thundered, commanding respect and striking fear.

“Leave?” Lillian’s laughter rang out, sharp and cutting like shards of glass. “If it’s an explanation you want, I’ll provide one.”

With an air of confidence, she pulled out her phone, her demeanor unbothered by the chaos surrounding her. Dialing a number, she projected her voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. “Foster. Bring every man you have. Surround the Lindt estate. And bring hammers.” She ended the call with a finality that left no room for doubt.

The hall sank into stunned silence, the weight of her words pressing down on everyone like a heavy fog.

“You—you dare!” Mr. Morten’s face flushed with anger, disbelief twisting his features into a mask of outrage.

Lillian’s tone dripped with boredom, as if she were discussing the weather rather than orchestrating a potential disaster. “Didn’t anyone warn you about me? I’m the kind of person who plucks hair from a tiger’s head. And once I start, I never stop halfway. So yes, tonight—I’ll turn your sky upside down.”

Evan remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Lillian, his expression inscrutable. Yet within the depths of his eyes lay a growing understanding that this was not mere reckless madness. Something had driven this girl to the brink, and the tension in the air was almost suffocating.

Lillian strode purposefully toward Ariana, towering over her trembling figure with an air of authority that was both terrifying and compelling. Her voice dropped to a low, menacing whisper. “One last chance. Tell me where he is. Miss it, and you’ll never get another.”

Ariana shook her head vigorously, tears spilling down her cheeks like a broken dam. “I don’t know! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Her voice was a frantic plea, laced with genuine fear that resonated through the hall.

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