Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 414

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**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 414**
**CONTENT: Chapter 414 Move and Countermove**

Lillian delicately extracted two tissues from the table, her movements slow and deliberate as she meticulously wiped her fingers clean of any remnants. The air was thick with tension, and she could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

With a trace of amusement dancing in her eyes, she remarked, “Morten, you’ve spent the majority of your life crafting your persona, and yet this is the only line you can muster? At the Lindt family banquet, you delivered the very same threat; today, it seems, you’re still stuck in that same groove. Is it too much to ask for some originality?”

Morten’s face flushed with rage, his lips quivering as he struggled to articulate a coherent response. “You…”

Without missing a beat, Leon whipped out his phone, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen as he dialed a number. “Send someone to Kingston Hospital,” he commanded, his tone clipped and authoritative. He hung up the call with a decisive finality, as if sealing a pact.

“Ms. Harrington,” he continued, his voice low and menacing, “if you cannot provide a reasonable explanation today, then mark my words, even if it means dismantling the entire Lindt family, we will ensure you pay the price for your actions.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sebastian interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Lillian discarded the used tissues into the trash bin with a dismissive flick of her wrist, her laughter chilling the atmosphere. “Oh, how delightful! Since Mr. Leon is so eager to settle accounts with me, let’s oblige him, shall we?” With a swift motion, she retrieved a recorder from her pocket, its metallic surface glinting under the dim light.

Triny’s expression morphed into one of sheer panic, her eyes widening in horror as the implications of Lillian’s actions sank in.

Observing Triny’s distress, Lillian couldn’t help but smile, a predatory glint in her eyes. “No need to panic, Ms. Triny; just breathe. Today, we’ll take our sweet time and clarify everything.” She pressed the button, and the recorder crackled to life, their voices spilling forth into the room like a torrential downpour.

As the recording played, Triny’s complexion oscillated from pale to crimson, then to a sickly green, and back to red again, a vivid display of her unraveling composure.

The expressions around the room mirrored her turmoil, a spectrum of shock and disbelief painted across their faces.

Sebastian leaned forward, his attention razor-focused on every word that emanated from the recorder. When he heard Lillian declare, “I wanted nothing more than to tear you apart,” a sharp ache pierced his chest. It was a stark reminder of the scars that night had left on her soul, a revelation that twisted in his gut.