Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 415

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 415**
**CONTENT: Chapter 415 No Debts Between Us**

Sebastian turned his gaze away from him, his voice steady and devoid of emotion. “You remember that night you slipped something into my drink? Your intention was clear—you wanted to ensnare me, to make me yours irrevocably. Yet, I never imagined I would end up being my own worst enemy. You kept coming at me, relentless, while I pushed you away with every ounce of strength I had. But in the end, I couldn’t fight it any longer; I lashed out. What I said then was undeniably true.”

He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

“During the anniversary gala, you approached me, casually mentioning that Lillian was in the garden, and then you lunged at me. What a twist of fate that you ended up saving my life. Whether that was all part of your grand design or not, you stepped in front of that rifle for me. It was my own decision to send Foster to shadow you, to ensure your safety all along.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened as he recalled the events. “And then there was last night. You tried to end it all, and Morten insisted I come to talk you down. I had no desire to be involved with you, so I sent Foster instead. But somehow, I found myself here, standing before you.”

He continued, his tone sharp, “You called me today, claiming you had a secret regarding my fiancée. Naturally, I had to come. Yet, it turned out that Ms. Triny had orchestrated an elaborate ruse, waiting for us to fall into her trap. How inconvenient for you, indeed.”

Triny, overwhelmed by emotion, began to sob uncontrollably, her voice trembling. “Please, don’t say any more—just stop.”

Sebastian’s expression hardened as he pressed on, “If Ms. Triny believes that I owe you something, that I must be in perpetual debt to you, then let’s resolve this once and for all.” He pulled out his phone, the screen illuminating his determined face as he dialed. “Foster, come up here.”

The atmosphere was thick with confusion; no one could decipher his intentions as they exchanged bewildered glances.

At that moment, the door to the ward swung open, and Foster stepped inside. Sebastian extended his hand with a commanding presence. “The rifle.”

Foster hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes searching Sebastian’s face for a hint of what was to come. But ultimately, he complied, placing the rifle into Sebastian’s waiting hands.

Panic surged through Lillian as she witnessed the scene unfold. “Sebastian, what are you doing?” She instinctively reached for the gun, her heart racing with dread.

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