Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 471

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 471**
**CONTENT: Chapter 471 Explanation.**

In a matter of moments, the tension in the air thickened as a crowd amassed on the field, their murmurs creating a low hum of anticipation. Lillian ascended the stage, her laptop cradled protectively against her chest, a beacon of determination amidst the chaos below.

She stood before the sea of disapproving faces, each gaze piercing through her with a mix of contempt and curiosity. Taking a steadying breath, she projected her voice with unwavering calm, “As I stand here today, I trust that you are all aware of the matter at hand that requires our immediate attention.”

Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and she continued, “In the past few weeks, there have been twenty-four posts circulating on the forum. I took it upon myself to meticulously organize and review each one. In doing so, I traced the origins of these posts back to their creators—sophomore students from the Business and Economics Department: Rosic, Micah, Caleb, and Wanda.”

A ripple of shock coursed through the crowd at the mention of each name, their expressions shifting from disdain to disbelief. Whispers erupted, and Lillian could see the realization dawning on some faces.

“Did you genuinely believe that hiding behind a keyboard would shield you from accountability? You are sorely mistaken. In this digital age, there exists a profession known as hacking. Not only can hackers reveal the identity of those who post anonymously, but they can also unearth every detail about the individual,” she declared, her voice steady, yet laced with an undercurrent of defiance.

From the back of the crowd, Rosie’s eyes narrowed, her voice sharp as she retorted, “And what if it was us? You had the audacity to engage in those actions; are you truly afraid of us bringing them to light?”

“Exactly,” another voice chimed in, echoing the sentiment. “Engaging in such disgraceful behavior means you have no right to be a part of this University.”

Lillian let out a cold, mirthless laugh, the sound reverberating across the field. “Ah, that’s precisely what I needed to hear. I’ve been waiting for one of you to admit it.”

With a flick of her wrist, she gestured to the photos she had gathered at her side. “Now, let’s dissect your so-called evidence that labels me a seductress.”

Holding up the first photograph, she said, “This image captures a moment from my time at Riverdale High School with Jeremy. He was visiting me that day, tugging at my sleeve as we strolled to grab a bite. Tell me—have none of you ever casually thrown an arm around a friend? Or is that a crime in your twisted minds?”

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