Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 481

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession Series 481**
**Chapter 481: The Midnight Club**

Madison’s lips twisted into a frosty smile, a mask of indifference that barely concealed her disdain. “She’s merely a child—how competent could she possibly be in the field of medicine? It’s akin to a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, a mere stroke of luck. And honestly, do you believe anything Mrs. Stint provided us would be subpar?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm, as if the very idea was laughable.

The man dressed in black, his expression unreadable, responded with a hint of regret. “It was my oversight to overanalyze the situation.”

“By the way,” Madison interjected, her curiosity piqued, “where’s Audrey? I haven’t caught a glimpse of her in days.”

The man in black was quick to respond, “Miss has made some acquaintances from Kingston and has gone out with them. But rest assured, madam, I’ve dispatched individuals to keep tabs on her.”

Madison set her coffee cup down with a satisfied smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. “That girl still possesses such a mischievous spirit. Ensure they maintain a vigilant watch over her; we cannot afford her to encounter even the slightest trouble.”

“Of course,” the man in black affirmed, his tone serious.

Meanwhile, within the vibrant walls of The Midnight Club…

The largest nightclub in Kingston was renowned for its opulence and power; it was a sanctuary where chaos dared not tread. The structure soared nine stories high, each level teeming with private rooms, an oasis of exclusivity. A magnificent chandelier hung majestically from the ceiling, casting a warm glow that enveloped the place in an air of sophistication.

Beneath, an expansive dance floor stretched over a thousand square meters, pulsating with energy as men and women surrendered themselves to the infectious rhythm. The thumping bass reverberated like thunder, resonating deep within every heart present.

Around the plush booths, small clusters of patrons gathered, colorful cocktails in hand. Laughter erupted from some corners, while others shared secrets or poured out their sorrows. A few wept openly, and others stared into the distance, lost in their own thoughts. Each face was a canvas painted with stories of joy, heartache, and everything in between.

On the ninth floor, one private room hosted an extravagant spectacle, a world unto itself.

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