Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 457

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 457**
**CONTENT: Chapter 457 A Chance Encounter with Henry**

Guided by the hotel manager, the group was ushered to an exclusive VIP table nestled in a cozy corner of the luxurious Pavilion Hall. The ambiance was nothing short of opulent: a round table crafted from rich pearwood commanded the center, adorned with an exquisite arrangement of blooming lotus flowers that added a touch of elegance. A delicate mist floated around them, infused with a refined fragrance that seemed to wrap around their senses, calming their spirits and setting a serene atmosphere.

“Wow, Lillian, you’ve truly outdone yourself—this is the VIP table at Pavilion Hall!” Elsie exclaimed, her voice filled with awe as she ran her fingers over the lavish decorations, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The grandeur of the setting was clearly captivating her.

Isabelle, however, slumped into her chair with a hint of irritation and muttered, “All I want right now is food.” Her stomach growled in agreement, echoing her sentiment as she glanced longingly at the untouched dishes.

Just then, the heavy door swung open, revealing a group of elegantly dressed women who entered with trays piled high with an array of dishes. The sight was enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

In the hallway, a woman happened to glance into the private room. The moment her eyes fell on the familiar figure within, she gasped, her heart racing. “Lillian,” she whispered to herself, repeating the name as if to convince herself of the reality before her. After a moment of hesitation, she stepped back from the doorway, her mind racing with thoughts.

Once the servers had meticulously arranged the dishes before them, they slipped away quietly, leaving the tantalizing feast in their wake.

The plates were a visual delight; every dish was a masterpiece, vibrant in color and rich in aroma, promising a culinary experience that would not soon be forgotten. Without a moment’s hesitation, Isabelle seized her fork with determination. “I’m not waiting for you guys; I’m diving right in!” she declared, spearing the nearest dish and popping it into her mouth with an eagerness that mirrored her hunger.

Elsie paused, her brow furrowing slightly. “Are we really supposed to start without him? Your fiancé hasn’t arrived yet,” she said, her voice laced with uncertainty. The thought of beginning the meal without Lillian’s partner felt improper.

Lillian offered a reassuring smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s perfectly fine, go ahead. He’ll join us as soon as he’s done with his meeting.” Her confidence seemed to ease the tension at the table.

Reassured, Elsie wasted no time in helping herself, her enthusiasm bubbling over as she savored each bite, exclaiming between mouthfuls about the exquisite flavors.

In contrast, Laney maintained an air of slow, deliberate grace, her every movement measured and ladylike, as she savored her food with a composed demeanor.

They were lost in their enjoyment when suddenly, raised voices erupted just outside the door, shattering the tranquil atmosphere.

“Why can’t I go in? My daughter is in there—why won’t you let me in?” a man’s voice boomed, filled with a mix of desperation and authority.

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