Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 532

**Chapter 532: Jake’s Threat**

Elsie’s eyes sparkled with delight as she caught sight of the steaming drinks laid out on the table. “How did you know I adore milk tea?” she exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face. “On a chilly day like this, a warm cup is nothing short of sheer bliss.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she snatched one up, cradling it as if it were a precious treasure.

Isabelle, having just descended from her cozy nest on the bed, followed suit and picked up a cup for herself. The aroma wafting through the air was intoxicating, and she couldn’t resist the allure.

Laney, observing that Lillian remained seated, her fingers still flying across the keyboard, felt a twinge of concern. “Lillian, don’t you enjoy milk tea?” she asked, her tone slightly rigid, a hint of disappointment lacing her words.

Lillian, engrossed in her work, replied without glancing up, “I’m not thirsty. You all can have it.”

An awkward chuckle escaped Laney’s lips. “I already finished mine. I bought these just for you guys. If you’re not in the mood now, you can always save it for later.”

“Okay,” Lillian responded, her focus unwavering. Ever since that fateful day, she found herself struggling to maintain eye contact with Laney. It was as if an invisible barrier had formed between them, and she couldn’t quite understand why.

Not wanting to press further, Laney gathered her toiletries and made her way to the bathroom, leaving Lillian in her bubble of solitude.

The following morning, as Laney entered the room and spotted the empty milk tea cup resting on Lillian’s desk, a flicker of satisfaction danced in her eyes. A small smile crept onto her lips as she pulled out her phone, fingers poised to send a quick message.

Meanwhile, at the sprawling Sinclair family estate, a different drama unfolded.

In her elegantly decorated bedroom, Vivian was seething into the phone. “Jake, don’t test your luck with me. I transferred a million just a few days ago. What else could you possibly want?” Her voice was sharp, laced with anger.

On the other end, Jake’s voice came through, casual and almost amused. “Madam Vivian, you see, my hands have been a bit restless lately. I may have accidentally gambled away that money. Perhaps you could send me just a tad more?”

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