Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 544

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 544**

Julius’s gaze fell upon Lillian’s frosty demeanor, and a grin broke across his face, illuminating the tension in the air. “If that’s how it is,” he began, his voice smooth and inviting, “let’s wipe the slate clean and start anew.” He extended his right hand toward her, a gesture filled with sincerity. “Hello, I’m Julius. I would truly like to be your friend.”

For a fleeting moment, Lillian found herself momentarily disoriented. That smile—it was hauntingly familiar. It echoed memories from her past life, a time when she had returned to the Sinclair family, and Julius had offered her his hand in a similar fashion, as if it were a lifeline. But in truth, it had turned out to be anything but.

Not too far off, Chloe observed the interaction with narrowed eyes, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned an alarming shade of white. A storm brewed within her, fueled by jealousy and rage.

Laney, who had been watching the unfolding scene with a cold detachment, couldn’t help but let a smirk dance across her lips. With a swift motion, she pulled out her phone, capturing the moment their eyes locked in a gaze that seemed to hold unspoken words. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dispatched the photo to a specific contact, a glimmer of satisfaction flickering in her eyes.

Meanwhile, within the sleek confines of Empire Group—

In the office perched on the top floor, Sebastian was deeply engrossed in a video conference. The massive screen displayed nine panels, each filled with the faces of executives who were discussing the minutiae of their latest project. Their voices melded into a chorus of corporate jargon, but his mind was elsewhere.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated, breaking his concentration. He picked it up absentmindedly, his mind still on the conference, and opened the message.

The moment he saw the image, he froze, his breath hitching in his throat.

The sight before him twisted his expression into a mask of fury, an icy chill radiating from his very core, as if the temperature in the room had plummeted.

The executives on the screen faltered mid-sentence, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, unsure whether to continue or to flee.

Without a word, Sebastian stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as he grabbed his jacket with a sense of urgency. He strode out of the room, every step radiating a palpable tension.

Foster, who had been waiting just outside, quickly fell in step beside him. “Sir, is the meeting over?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

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