Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 366

**Chapter 366: Renee**

The atmosphere in the grand banquet hall had undergone a dramatic transformation, shifting from celebratory to sinister in mere moments. Guests, once animated and engaged in lively conversation, now sensed the palpable tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud. With furtive glances exchanged, they began to excuse themselves, slipping away one by one, eager to escape the impending chaos.

In the midst of this disorder stood Mr. Morten, a towering figure of fury, his eyes scanning the wreckage around him. The shards of glass scattered across the floor glinted ominously, reminiscent of fallen stars in a darkened sky. “Where is Triny?” he demanded, his voice a low rumble filled with a menacing intensity that made the air crackle with dread.

The servants exchanged anxious looks, their faces drained of color as they shook their heads, clearly at a loss for answers in the face of the unfolding drama.

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, the butler sprang into action, dashing up the staircase with a sense of urgency that echoed the racing hearts of those left behind.

Mr. Morten inhaled deeply, striving to suppress the tempest of anger that threatened to consume him. He turned his piercing gaze toward Renee, his voice strained yet commanding. “What in the world happened today? You must know something!”

Leon, standing resolutely beside him, mirrored his confusion, his brow furrowed in concern. Given the chaos that had erupted, it was inconceivable that Renee could be anything but complicit.

With an air of nonchalance, Renee shrugged, her demeanor disturbingly calm as if she were discussing the mundane rather than the aftermath of a disaster. “Oh, nothing much. I was merely curious to see if a man from the Whitmore family would genuinely fall for a woman from the Lindt family.” A light, almost mocking laugh escaped her lips. “But as it turns out, the results were far from what I anticipated.”

Just then, the butler returned, his face ashen and his voice trembling. “Sir, it’s urgent! The young miss is unwell in her room. You must come quickly!” His words hung heavily in the air, thick with dread and urgency.

In that instant, Mr. Morten shot Renee a look that could freeze fire, a mixture of disbelief and fury swirling within him, before he hastened upstairs with Leon following closely behind, their hearts pounding in sync with the escalating urgency of the situation.

Upon entering the room, a horrifying scene awaited them. Blood smeared across the floor, a chaotic testament to violence, and every item that could be shattered lay in ruins. In the midst of this devastation, Triny lay crumpled, battered and disheveled. Her face bore the marks of brutality, bruises blooming like dark flowers against her pale skin, and blood trickled from the corner of her lips. She was unconscious, a fragile figure amidst the wreckage.

The sight left everyone frozen in shock, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror before them.

“What… what on earth happened here?” Mr. Morten’s voice emerged dark and menacing, each word dripping with a terrifying intensity as he turned to the people around him, demanding answers.

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