Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 438

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 438**
**Chapter 438 Laney’s Presumption**

As Foster caught sight of the man emerging from the building, he felt a sense of urgency propel him forward. “Sir, just a moment! A few executives from the Austine Financial Group are scheduled to arrive shortly to present their report,” he called out, striving to keep pace.

Sebastian’s response was as frigid as the winter air, his voice devoid of warmth. “Let them wait.” With that, he strode purposefully towards the underground parking garage, his demeanor suggesting he had no intention of lingering. By the time Foster reached the garage, Sebastian’s sleek white sports car had already disappeared into the distance, leaving only the faint echo of its engine behind.

The car surged through the city streets, slicing through the air at an astonishing speed of 120 miles per hour. What should have been a leisurely thirty-minute journey to Kingston University was mercilessly reduced to a mere fifteen minutes. The thrill of speed coursed through Sebastian as he gripped the steering wheel, a mix of adrenaline and determination fueling his every move.

As the cityscape blurred past him, he pulled out his phone and tapped in a number, his mind racing with thoughts of Lillian.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory, Isabelle and Elsie were seated at Lillian’s desk, watching the phone vibrate insistently.

“Where could Lillian have gone?” Elsie mused, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Isabelle shrugged, her expression mirroring Elsie’s concern. “I have no idea. She received a call and just dashed out without a word.”

Laney, drawn by curiosity, approached Lillian’s desk and noticed the screen flashing with the name Mr. Whitmore. “Should we answer it for her? What if it’s something important?” she suggested, her tone laced with a hint of urgency.

“No, it’s probably best not to,” Isabelle interjected swiftly. “It’s her phone, after all. If it’s urgent, he’ll call back.”

However, before Isabelle could finish her thought, Laney had already swiped to answer.

A deep, magnetic voice resonated through the speaker, sending a shiver down Laney’s spine. “Lillian, where are you?” The richness of his tone was akin to the smooth notes of a cello, captivating and intense.

Laney quickly regained her composure. “Hello, this is not Lillian. She left her phone here on her desk.”

“Do you know where she went?” The coldness in his voice sent a chill through her, and she sensed his impatience.

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