Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 404

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 404**
**CONTENT: Chapter 404 The Unexpected Turn**

As Lillian stood at the threshold of the grand banquet hall, the pandemonium unfolding before her was a stark realization of Triny’s ominous warning. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on her chest; she was indeed gambling with her very existence, placing her entire future in the hands of this man and on this singular, precarious opportunity.

Merrick, leaning heavily on Eric’s sturdy arm for support, made his way through the disarray. His brow was knitted in concentration, deep lines etched across his forehead as he spoke with a commanding tone, “Tell Joah to ascertain precisely what transpired here.” His voice held a mixture of authority and concern, a reflection of the chaos that had erupted.

Foster, his anxiety palpable, rushed to Sebastian’s side the instant he caught wind of the situation, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush, “Mr. Whitmore, are you all right?” The urgency in his voice echoed the tension that hung thick in the air.

Sebastian, his gaze transfixed on the woman sprawled lifelessly in a pool of crimson, shook his head slowly, as if trying to dispel the horrific sight before him. A sudden realization struck him like a thunderclap, and he turned sharply towards the garden. The girl—she was gone, her silhouette having vanished as if she had never existed.

Paramedics arrived in a flurry, their movements efficient yet frantic. They administered only the most rudimentary treatment to Triny before whisking her away, urgency propelling them into the night.

The remaining guests, visibly shaken by the shocking turn of events, began to murmur their farewells, their faces pale and drawn. After such a harrowing incident, it was clear that the banquet could not possibly continue; the evening had been irrevocably marred.

Outside, Lillian walked with deliberate slowness, her mind swirling with the remnants of the night’s chaos. The calendar had flipped to September, and the night air was tinged with an unsettling chill. A brisk breeze tangled her hair, whipping strands across her forehead, a chaotic reflection of her inner turmoil.

The events of the evening had blindsided her completely, leaving her feeling utterly drained. So much had transpired in recent days—far too much for her to bear alone. Each moment felt like a weight pressing down on her shoulders, an unbearable burden.

Deep down, she understood that tonight’s catastrophe had been a meticulously orchestrated trap set by Triny. The realization stung; Triny had played her cards expertly, gambling her own life in a desperate bid for a chance at something more. And Lillian found herself without any justification to contest that choice.

The thought of what tomorrow might hold loomed over her like a dark cloud, filling her with a profound sense of helplessness. Beneath the neon glow of the bustling city, the world felt vast and unwelcoming, a sprawling expanse where she felt utterly out of place.

She contemplated reaching out to Isabelle for support, only to be struck by the grim reality that she had neither her phone nor her wallet. The items she carried in her purse were worthless in this moment of desperation. The realization settled in her chest like a stone, leaving her with an ache that echoed her despair.

Eventually, she found herself wandering into a small square, her feet aching from the relentless pressure of her high heels. With a sigh, she slipped them off and settled onto the steps, her gaze drifting over the stream of passersby. Each face was a blur, a reminder of her quiet desolation.

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