Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 492

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 492**
**Chapter 492: Chaos at Sinclair Group**

At that moment, the shrill ring of the phone shattered the tense atmosphere. The butler, with a sense of urgency, dashed to answer the call. “This is the Sinclair residence,” he stated, his voice steady despite the chaos brewing around them.

Before he could even finish his greeting, a panicked voice erupted from the other end. “Where’s Mr. Sinclair? I’ve tried reaching him on his cell, but there’s been no response! The company is in absolute turmoil—our stock price has taken a nosedive, and the board members are already here, demanding answers. The reporters have surrounded the front gate; we’re trapped! You need to tell him to come up with a plan—what are we supposed to do?”

The butler’s expression shifted to one of concern as he hung up the phone. He turned to face Henry, who stood there, a storm brewing in his eyes. “The company’s stock is crashing; the board is calling for an emergency meeting, and reporters are blocking the gates,” he relayed, his tone grave.

Henry staggered backward, his mind racing with disbelief. He collapsed into the chair behind him, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. His breaths came in heavy gasps, and rage twisted his features. In a fit of frustration, he swept the entire tray of dishes off the table, sending them crashing to the floor with a deafening clatter. “Ah!” he roared, the sound echoing through the room.

Chloe, who had been watching from a corner, shrank back in fear. She felt small and powerless, her heart racing as she took in the chaos—the shards of porcelain scattered across the floor, remnants of the meal that had once been a symbol of family unity now turned into a battlefield of shattered expectations.

Just as the silence began to settle, the phone rang yet again. The butler rushed back to the device, his heart pounding in his chest. “This is the Sinclair residence,” he answered, his voice slightly trembling.

A stern voice responded, cutting through the tension. “Hello, this is the Giannis Road police station. Is this Vivian’s home?”

“Yes, it is,” the butler replied, his brow furrowing with concern.

“We need a family member to come down and complete the bail procedure for Vivian,” the voice continued, devoid of any warmth.

The butler hung up and turned to the family, his expression anxious. “The station says someone needs to go bail out madam.”

“Bail?” Henry’s lips curled into a cruel smirk, his voice dripping with disdain. “Let her rot in there; she must never come out again. What a shameless woman.” His eyes burned with a fury that seemed to radiate from him like heat from a fire.

The Sinclair residence had already devolved into utter chaos, a reflection of the turmoil within Henry himself.

Meanwhile, at Ravenwood Manor, the atmosphere was starkly different. In the dining room, Lillian sat with a newspaper in hand, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she scanned the headlines.

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