Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451 Fake Innocent Skylar

Sebastian looked at the girl with indulgent affection. “Protest denied; verdict stands.” With that, he dialed the internal line and ordered, “Send some desserts that girls like to the office.”

After giving instructions, he walked over to Lillian, pinched her nose lightly, and said, “I’ve got an important meeting in a bit; wait here in the office like a good girl. I’ll take you out for lunch at noon. If anything comes up, go to Foster, alright?”

Lillian pouted. “Fine, Mr. Whitmore.”

Sebastian chuckled helplessly. He had finally figured it out: when this little girl was being sweet, it was always Mr. Whitmore; when she was full of resentment, Lillian would angrily call him by his first name. The age gap between them really was something.

Once he finished explaining, Sebastian headed to the conference room.

Lillian lounged on the sofa in the lounge area, looking around the office. She realized this man had a particular fondness for black and white; everything was either one or the other. Still, she had to admit—his taste was extraordinary. The paintings on the walls, the ornaments on the shelves, everything carried a strong sense of artistry.

Just then, a knock came at the office door. A woman in a pink suit stepped inside–delicate makeup, sleek long hair, graceful bearing, and a document in hand.

Lillian glanced at her and said flatly, “Mr. Whitmore isn’t here.”

It was only then that Skylar noticed the girl in the lounge. She had known Sebastian wasn’t around; she had simply heard that he brought a girl to the company that morning and wanted to see what kind of woman could catch his eye.

She had been working here since graduation. The moment she saw that godlike man, she had fallen hard. All these years, she worked relentlessly, sharpening herself, just to be noticed; she even daydreamed about living out some idol–drama fantasy with him. But while she was still lost in those fantasies, she had heard that he already had a girlfriend. Unwilling to accept it, she came today hoping to see what kind of girl had stolen his heart.

Her gaze settled on the girl on the sofa–slender frame, baseball cap pulled low to hide most of her face, a simple casual dress, canvas shoes. She lounged there lazily, the only striking thing about her being an otherworldly aura.

Lillian caught Skylar staring and said coldly, “Done sizing me up?”

Her words snapped Skylar back. Smiling, she said, “Sorry, I was just curious about what kind of

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girl he would like; I guess I zoned out.”

He? Lillian sneered. “Miss, do you mean Sebastian?”

Faced with the girl’s provocation, Skylar only smiled. “Apologies, I didn’t realize—it’s just a habit to call him that.”

“A habit, is it?” Lillian sneered again. “Seems like you and Mr. Whitmore are very close. I had no idea he kept such a stunning confidante hidden away in the company.”

Skylar’s checks flushed pink. “Please don’t misunderstand, miss. I don’t have any relationship with Mr. Whitmore.”

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