Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 399

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 399**
**Chapter 399: Million Corp Anniversary Gala 1**

Sebastian cast one final glance at Triny, but it was a glance that held no warmth. Without a moment’s hesitation, he instructed the boutique manager to package the exquisite gown, his tone brooking no argument. Grabbing the bag with a decisive grip, he guided Lillian out of the boutique, leaving Triny behind, a mere shadow in the wake of their departure.

As the door swung shut, Jane sidled up to Triny, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She could see the unmistakable longing etched on Triny’s face, a reflection of emotions that were far too raw to hide. “What’s the matter? Can’t bear to let him go? If you can’t, then why not chase after him?” she teased, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

“Shut up,” Triny snapped back, her tone sharper than a freshly honed blade. The words escaped her lips before she could fully process them, a defensive reaction to Jane’s relentless jabs.

Jane merely smirked, her expression a mixture of sympathy and amusement. “Honestly, I can’t fault you for feeling this way. That man is truly one of a kind—his looks, his family, his status—all utterly untouchable. Let a chance like that slip through your fingers, and you might spend your entire life regretting it.”

Triny felt a weight settle in her chest as Jane’s words echoed in her mind, stirring a tempest of thoughts. Jane’s smile morphed into something colder, a glint of calculated observation in her eyes. “Lillian, though? She’s got a pretty face, sure, but that’s about where her advantages end. In every other aspect, she pales in comparison to you. And let’s face it—men? They’re all drawn to beauty like moths to a flame. If she ever lost that, what else would he even see in her?” With that final jab, Jane turned on her heel and left, leaving Triny alone in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

The Million Corp anniversary gala was not just an event; it was a spectacle, one of the grandest Kingston had ever hosted. Invitations were coveted treasures, fought over by high society not merely for the prestige of the company but for the formidable power wielded by the Phillips family that stood behind it.

Whispers about the family were as plentiful as the stars in the night sky. It was rumored that even the royal family held them in high regard, and their empire sprawled across continents, a testament to their wealth and influence. Years ago, a financial firm had attempted to quantify their riches, but in the end, they were left bewildered, unable to even approximate the staggering figures. A family of such stature was not something mere mortals could hope to rival.

This year’s celebration was to unfold at the illustrious Palace Hotel, a structure that resembled a grand castle, complete with soaring columns, sharp spires, and bricks that gleamed like gold. Enormous chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and the walls were adorned with murals depicting the enchanting tales of old Europe. Stepping inside felt like entering a realm spun from the threads of a fairytale.

A long crimson carpet unfurled from the entrance, leading into the heart of the hotel, flanked by flashing cameras and eager news crews. The guest list boasted some of the most illustrious names in the entertainment industry, creating an atmosphere charged with electric anticipation.

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