Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 371

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 371**
**CONTENT: Chapter 371 A Man’s Revenge**

Jane’s eyes widened, a storm of confusion and concern swirling within them as she questioned, “Then, with Triny in this state now, what should we do?” Her voice quivered slightly, revealing the anxiety that simmered just beneath her carefully maintained facade. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Renee, with a chilling laugh that reverberated through the room like an ominous bell, replied, “No need to rush, my dear. I have all the time in the world to wait. Women… when it comes to love, they can be driven to do the unthinkable.” Her tone dripped with disdain, as if she were dismissing a mere inconvenience, the gravity of the situation lost on her.

A sudden thought pierced through Jane’s mind, and she blurted out, “Mommy, that Lillian from yesterday—I doubt she’ll be easy to handle.” Her heart raced, the implications of Lillian’s audacity weighing heavily on her conscience. Was Lillian truly a threat, or merely a fleeting annoyance?

With a fluid grace that belied her sinister intentions, Renee strolled over to the window. She picked up a pair of scissors, her fingers deftly maneuvering as she began to trim the unruly plants in a nearby flowerpot. “She’s merely a little girl,” she said dismissively, her voice smooth like the finest silk, yet laced with venom. “What kind of storm could she possibly stir up? Without Sebastian to back her, let’s see how long she can keep up this charade.”

As she spoke, Jane couldn’t shake the memory of the arrogant smirk that had graced Lillian’s face the night before. It sent a shiver down her spine, a warning of the potential chaos that could ensue. Renee’s expression twisted into one of malice, and with a decisive snip, the flower at the top of the plant fell, its delicate petals drifting to the floor like discarded hopes, a poignant symbol of the destruction that lay ahead.

Meanwhile, in a quiet corner of the world, Sebastian had taken two additional days to rest, his body slowly mending, each passing hour inching him closer to full recovery. But Lillian, fiercely protective and unwavering, refused to let him take unnecessary risks. “You need to stay home and recover properly,” she insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument, her eyes blazing with determination.

In the study—

Sebastian sat behind his imposing desk, his icy gaze fixed on the documents sprawled before him. The air was thick with tension, almost palpable, as Foster stood silently by his side, awaiting his command, the quiet anticipation hanging like a fog between them.

“The Lindt family has been quite busy these past few years,” Sebastian stated flatly, his voice devoid of emotion, each word carefully measured, as if he were weighing the very fate of their world.

Foster nodded, his expression serious, the weight of the information heavy on his shoulders. “They’ve always been cautious in Dracovia, rarely leaving any obvious traces behind. However, in the shadows, they’ve been supporting several families. Many of these families are intertwined with Radovia’s major clans. The closest connections appear to be with the Stint family. From what I’ve gathered, Renee has played a pivotal role in these dealings.”

Sebastian tossed the documents onto the desk with a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and cutting, echoing the resentment he felt. “No wonder the Lindt family has remained so quiet all these years. Outwardly timid, yet behind the scenes, they’ve been constructing their own empire, weaving their web of deceit.”

He leaned back in his chair, a dark realization dawning upon him, casting a shadow over his features. “If I’m not mistaken, Renee’s marriage to Radovia years ago was Mr. Morten’s opening move on the chessboard of power. Every subsequent action has been part of his grand strategy. It appears he is the true chess master in this game, manipulating pieces without them even knowing.”

Foster contemplated this carefully, his brow furrowing as he asked, “So… at the banquet, do you believe Triny acted independently? Or was it orchestrated by Mr. Morten—or perhaps Renee herself?”

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