Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 462

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 462**
**CONTENT: Chapter 462 The Stint Family, Callen**

Lillian’s lips curled into a teasing smile as she glanced over at Isabelle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s this? Have you finally lost that obsession with your Randall?”

Isabelle, never one to mince words, shot back with a hint of sarcasm, “Honestly, there are already too many people fixated on Randall; losing one more won’t tip the scales. So, I’ve decided to pursue someone who isn’t quite as popular.”

Lillian raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting to one of contemplation. “Very well then; I’ll take it upon myself to play matchmaker for you two sometime soon. Who knows, perhaps two enlightened souls will materialize out of thin air to rein in you little Monkey Kings. Then maybe, just maybe, our dorm will finally experience some peace and quiet.”

Elsie, who had been listening intently, immediately interjected with indignation. “Excuse me? I am not a monkey! If anything, I should at least be a White Bone Spirit or something equally impressive!”

With the pressing matters of the family business finally settled for the moment, Lillian felt a wave of relief wash over her. She could finally immerse herself in her studies without distractions. The Radovia pill loomed heavily in her mind; it demanded her undivided attention. Time was of the essence, and she knew that any delay could lead to dire consequences.

The thought of the other side taking drastic measures sent a shiver down her spine. Mr. Geo had mentioned that Radovia had yet to make any significant moves, but that only deepened her unease. What were they plotting in the shadows? The eerie silence surrounding the situation felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

At that very instant, across the expanse of Radovia, within the Stint residence, the atmosphere was thick with tension and purpose.

In a spacious study, an elder named Callen stood with a calm demeanor at his mahogany desk, brush poised delicately in his hand.

With deliberate strokes, he began to fill the pristine paper with elegant cursive, each character flowing with a sense of strength and momentum. The ink glided across the surface as if it had a life of its own, and he completed the piece in a single, satisfying breath.

Once he set down the brush, he took a moment to admire his handiwork, the corners of his mouth turning up in a faint smile. “Richard, come here and take a look—what do you think of this piece?”

Richard approached, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the ink carefully. After a brief pause, he replied thoughtfully, “The form breaks yet the meaning flows; there’s a fascinating interplay of separation and connection, a delicate balance of tension and release. The only critique I have is that it feels a touch arrogant—there’s a lack of restraint at the conclusion.”

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