Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 530

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**Chapter 530: Cooperation**

Lillian’s brow furrowed as she spoke, her voice steady but laced with urgency. “I can’t shake the feeling that this drug has deep connections to the Lindt family. Remember that welcome banquet at the Lindt residence? The substance you were exposed to back then and this one have remarkably similar neurotoxins. And Triny, being a wealthy heiress, raises the question—who else could have provided it to her but a member of the Lindt family? When Renee visited me that day, she seemed to have prior knowledge of the drug’s effects. If it really belongs to her…”

As Lillian’s thoughts flowed, a spark ignited in her eyes. “This pill might also have ties to the Stint family. I once caught a whiff of something on Nicholas that bore an uncanny resemblance to this drug. Considering that Renee is married into the Stint family, it wouldn’t be unusual for her to have access to such a thing.”

Sebastian observed the brilliance radiating from Lillian, a mixture of admiration and pride swelling within him. “My girl is so incredibly smart—it makes me feel a bit inadequate,” he chuckled softly to himself. “But let’s set that aside for now. Your primary focus should be on your studies and staying safe. I’ll handle the rest, okay?”

He skillfully diverted the conversation, and though Lillian recognized his tactic, she nodded in agreement, “I understand.” The thought of seeking out Richard loomed in her mind, a task she knew she would have to undertake soon.

Meanwhile, at a café just across from the school, Laney sat in a private room, her nerves fraying as she fiddled with her half-finished cup of coffee. She couldn’t help but steal glances at the door, her anxiety palpable.

Suddenly, the door swung open with the sharp click of high heels, and in walked Madison. She was a vision of sophistication, her oversized black sunglasses shielding her eyes, red lipstick accentuating her features, and an expensive silk scarf elegantly wrapping her hair. The long white coat she wore completed the picture of a socialite stepping into a world of privilege.

Laney sprang to her feet, startled. “Madison.”

Madison settled into the chair across from her with an air of superiority. “Please, have a seat. No need for formality—we’re allies now. Let’s skip the pleasantries,” she commanded, waving over a waiter. “I’ll have a Saint Helena, thank you.”