Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 422

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 422**
**Chapter 422 Rick’s Ending**

Cameron’s lips curled into a mocking grin, his tone dripping with disdain. “Ah, yes—the illustrious head of Empire Group. You haven’t heard of him? It seems Mr. Rick here is blissfully unaware; your reputation has truly taken a nosedive. No wonder you felt emboldened enough to invite his fiancée for a drink.”

“What do you mean, drink with me?” Rick stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as a new group of figures entered through the doorway, their presence immediately shifting the atmosphere.

Lillian’s eyes widened with surprise as she spotted Sebastian, and she hurried over, concern etched on her face. “What are you doing out here? Your arm is still injured—how can you be running around like this?” Her voice was laced with worry, and she reached out instinctively, as if to check the bandage herself.

Sebastian noticed the anxious expression on her face and offered her a reassuring smile. “I’m perfectly fine. I just finished dinner with Mr. Merrick. As I walked by, I heard Cameron’s voice and thought I’d see what was happening. I didn’t expect to find you here. What’s going on?”

Rick felt his legs quiver beneath him, each newcomer more imposing than the last, tightening the grip of fear around his heart.

Cameron, relishing the moment, raised his voice as if he were lodging a formal complaint. “Sebastian, thank goodness you’ve arrived! This Mr. Rick was trying to persuade Lillian to drink with him.”

“Oh?” Sebastian’s demeanor shifted instantly, his eyes narrowing into icy slits as he turned his gaze upon Rick. “And just how exactly did you intend to have my fiancée ‘drink with you’? I’m all ears—please, enlighten me.”

“I…” Rick felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, his mind racing as he searched for words that wouldn’t betray his panic.

Cameron, delighting in the unfolding drama, pointed to the wine bottle resting on the table. “He wanted Lillian to down an entire bottle with him!”

At that, Rick’s knees buckled, and he crumpled to the floor, desperation flooding his voice. “Mr. Whitmore, I was wrong—I truly was! I didn’t realize who I was dealing with. Please, I beg you, forgive me this one time.”

Sebastian let out a chilling laugh, one that sent shivers down Rick’s spine. “Wrong? How could you possibly be wrong? Since you expressed a desire to drink, let’s ensure we do it properly.” He turned to Foster, his voice cold and commanding. “Bring a hundred bottles of the same wine; make certain Mr. Rick finishes every last drop.”

Panic washed over Rick, draining the color from his face. He turned to Eric, his voice a frantic plea. “Mr. Eric, please—save me! A hundred bottles will surely kill me! Mr. Eric!”

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