Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 48

Meanwhile, nestled within the opulent Garden Compound, a grand villa stood quietly under the soft glow of the evening light.

Inside one of its most extravagant rooms—painted a deep, regal purple and styled like a princess’s chamber—a woman reclined gracefully at her vanity. She wore a delicate red lace nightgown that clung to her figure, and her phone was pressed tightly against her ear. Her voice, laced with icy cruelty, sliced through the air.

“No chance? Then create one. You can’t even manage a simple task—what a pathetic bunch of failures. I don’t care how you pull it off. I want it done this week. And I want proof—a video of that little tramp being violated. Do you understand?” she hissed.

The voice on the other end hesitated. “She’s just a poor student from some forgotten town,” came the cautious reply.

“Exactly. She’s a nobody. Do this right, and I’ll make sure the rest of your payment arrives,” the woman said sharply before ending the call. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her sultry image overshadowed by the venom burning in her eyes.

“Lilian… don’t blame me for what’s coming. You brought this on yourself. Who told you to flaunt yourself in front of Ethan every single day?” Her smile twisted into something cold and dangerous. “Let’s see how you plan to seduce him once I’ve torn you apart.” With a slow, deliberate motion, she picked up a tube of lipstick and applied it carefully to her already striking lips.

Far away, in a quiet, secluded cultivation space, Lilian remained completely unaware of the looming threat. But even if she had sensed the danger, it likely wouldn’t have disturbed her calm.

Since treating Rina, Lilian had felt an undeniable surge in her internal spiritual energy. The moment she returned home, she retreated into her hidden sanctuary. As she expected, waves of pure, vibrant energy coursed through her meridians, and a deep chill settled within her body.

A gentle blue radiance bathed Lilian’s form. On her chest, the ethereal Nether Flower glowed with an almost supernatural clarity, while ancient, flowing lines of text streamed into her mind, one after another.

She knew now—she had finally broken through. After two grueling years stuck on the seventh layer, she had ascended to the eighth.

The blue light shimmered steadily, while Sunny and Blue paced anxiously in small circles around her.

“Mosquito! Stop pacing already. What do you think’s happening to Mommy?” Sunny called out, darting about with restless energy.

“Don’t call me Mosquito! I’ve told you a thousand times—it’s progress. She’s advancing to the next level. But it’ll take time,” Blue said, rolling his eyes even as he continued circling.

Time slipped by—how long, neither of them could say. Eventually, the glow softened and faded.

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