Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 382

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 382**
**CONTENT: Chapter 382 Sinclair Group Auction 2**

Inside the opulent banquet hall of the Kingston Hotel, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and chatter. Guests mingled effortlessly, their laughter mingling with the melodious clinking of glasses, creating a symphony of social delight. The air was thick with the scent of gourmet hors d’oeuvres and the soft glow of chandeliers overhead.

Vivian navigated through the throng, her demeanor warm and inviting as she exchanged pleasantries with familiar faces. Each greeting was a momentary connection, a reminder of the community that had gathered for this significant occasion.

In a quieter corner of the lounge, Mr. Morgan sat, his expression dark and troubled. His gaze was fixed on Henry, who stood across from him, his posture tense. “This auction tonight—are you genuinely resolute in selling Catherine’s personal belongings?” Mr. Morgan’s voice was low, edged with disbelief.

Henry’s impatience was palpable, his voice rising slightly. “Father, we’ve gone over this multiple times. The auction is a crucial part of the foundation we established in Catherine’s name. This is what we agreed upon, isn’t it?”

Mr. Morgan slammed his palm against the table, the sound echoing in the otherwise subdued space. “Yes, I consented to the foundation. But I never, not once, agreed to the idea of you auctioning off Catherine’s personal effects!”

“Father, listen to me,” Henry pressed, frustration threading through his words. “Without a few of Catherine’s cherished belongings, this auction will lack authenticity. People are expecting to see them; it’s what will draw them in.”

Mr. Morgan’s expression darkened further, disappointment etching deeper lines into his face as he shook his head slowly. “Then go ahead. If you believe you can justify this to her memory, then do as you wish.” His voice was heavy with resignation, the weight of his son’s choices pressing down on him.

With no further argument to be had, Henry turned sharply on his heel and strode toward the ballroom, his heart pounding with a mix of determination and unease.

Left behind, Mr. Morgan sank into the plush sofa, a wave of chill washing over him. The realization struck him hard—his son had become increasingly selfish, blinded by ambition, and it filled him with a sorrow that was hard to shake.

As Henry entered the grand hall, the host was already on stage, commanding the audience’s attention with an air of authority.

Vivian spotted Henry and rushed to his side, her brow furrowed with concern. “What delayed you? The event is about to commence,” she said, her voice laced with urgency.

Henry hesitated, the weight of his father’s disapproval still heavy in his mind. “Father is against auctioning Catherine’s things,” he admitted, his tone betraying his inner turmoil.

Vivian’s grip on her clutch tightened, her knuckles turning pale as she masked her worry with a sympathetic expression. “I can understand Father’s feelings. But Catherine is no longer with us, and you are at a pivotal moment in your career. If she were alive, she would want to support you in every way she could. In time, Father will come to understand,” she reassured him, her voice soothing.

Feeling a surge of comfort from her words, Henry took her hand, grateful for her unwavering support. “You always know me best, Vivian,” he said, a hint of relief washing over him.

Vivian blushed, her cheeks warming at the intimacy of the moment. “Well, we are husband and wife, after all,” she replied, a playful smile gracing her lips.

On stage, the host concluded his overview of the auction procedures, his gaze shifting to Henry. “Now, let us extend a warm welcome to the president of Sinclair Group, who will share a few words with us.”

“President Sinclair is such a devoted man.”
“Truly moving.”

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