Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 411

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 411**
**Chapter 411: Triny’s Provocation**

As the last notes of the bell faded away, Mr. Conan’s gaze settled on Lillian, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “You’ve studied traditional medicine?” he inquired, his tone a blend of surprise and intrigue.

“Yes,” Lillian responded, her voice steady and clear. “I grew up around it and dedicated nearly a decade to studying its principles.”

Mr. Conan was momentarily taken aback; the notion of such a youthful woman committing herself to the intricate and often tedious world of traditional medicine was astonishing. “But why did you choose to pursue modern medicine afterward?” he probed, genuinely puzzled.

Lillian met his inquisitive gaze with unwavering seriousness. “I believe that by merging traditional and modern medicine, I can create a more holistic approach to healing. It’s my aim to help more people that way,” she articulated, her conviction palpable.

Her words echoed in Mr. Conan’s mind long after their conversation ended, leaving him to ponder the depth of her ambition.

Meanwhile, the whispers and chatter that once filled the school’s forums regarding Lillian and Jeremy had begun to dissipate, fading into the background noise of student life. Yet, the news of Lillian’s expertise in traditional medicine spread like wildfire, igniting intrigue among her peers.

In a lavish villa across the ocean in Murica, a woman draped in a striking red silk nightgown reclined languidly on the plush bed. Her silhouette was undeniably captivating, each curve accentuated by the soft glow of the room. The delicate makeup she wore only heightened her allure, casting an almost dangerous charm.

At the foot of the bed, a man was meticulously buttoning his shirt, each movement deliberate and imbued with a refined elegance that suggested a practiced grace.

“Did you know Mr. Merrick went to Dracovia?” his voice resonated deep, filling the space with an air of authority.

The woman, idly twirling a lock of hair around her finger, responded in a teasing, sultry tone, “Of course. He attended the anniversary gala of Million Corp with Eric.”

A cold smile crept onto the man’s lips. “Really? Because I’ve heard whispers that Mr. Merrick has been meeting with Xavier frequently—and privately.”

Instantly, her demeanor shifted; the warmth in her eyes turned to ice. She straightened up, her interest piqued. “Is that so? Why wasn’t I informed about this?”

He chuckled softly, a low, mocking sound. “Because you’re too busy scratching for scraps right in front of you. Naturally, you’ve overlooked the larger game at play. As for what transpired back then—no one knows the full story yet, but who’s to say Mr. Merrick won’t stumble upon something significant?”

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