Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 573

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession Series 573**
**Chapter 573: The Sinclair Group’s Dilemma**

Inside the luxurious confines of the Rolls-Royce, Sebastian reclined against the plush leather seat, a formidable stack of documents gripped tightly in his hand. His obsidian eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the pages with an intensity that could pierce through steel. The world outside rushed by, a blur of colors and shapes, but his focus remained unwavering on the task at hand.

Across from him, Foster sat with a cautious demeanor, his brow slightly furrowed as he ventured to voice his concerns. “Just now, Janus was also present. Are you not worried he might resort to underhanded tactics? After all, he’s always been your adversary, and neither of you has ever shown a willingness to back down.”

Sebastian’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile as he let out a low, disdainful laugh. “And what of it? Life demands its share of enemies. It’s those very conflicts that add a spark to our existence, wouldn’t you agree?” His tone was almost mocking, as if the mere idea of fear was beneath him.

“Yes, sir,” Foster replied quietly, his eyes downcast as he absorbed the weight of Sebastian’s words.

“And what about Vivian?” Sebastian inquired, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if discussing a secret that could shift the balance of power.

Foster inclined his head slightly. “Yesterday, she visited Vincent. He arranged for her to stay in a modest apartment.”

A faint, icy smile crossed Sebastian’s face, revealing a hint of satisfaction. “Ah, so Vivian still possesses a few tricks up her sleeve. In that case, let’s provide her with a little… entertainment. A man concealing his mistress in a gilded cage—his wife deserves to discover the truth, don’t you think?”

Foster nodded without hesitation. “Understood, sir.”

Sebastian’s gaze drifted to the window, where the world outside was blanketed in a pristine layer of snow, glistening in the winter sunlight like a field of diamonds scattered across the earth. The beauty of the scene contrasted sharply with the turmoil brewing within his mind.

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At Sinclair Group—

Henry had spent what felt like an eternity engaged in heated discussions, finally managing to usher the board members out of his office. He looked down at the newspapers littering the floor, each headline a dagger that twisted deeper into his gut. With a furious sweep of his arm, he sent everything on his desk crashing to the ground, papers fluttering like wounded birds.

“Skyreach Group, Skyreach Group, Skyreach Group! They’re all breathing down my neck—everyone is demanding answers!” he bellowed, his frustration boiling over as he seized a ceramic vase and hurled it against the floor, shattering it into countless shards.

The office door swung open once more.

“Get out! All of you, just leave! I don’t want to see anyone!” Henry shouted, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and despair, his eyes still glued to the wreckage of his desk.

“Is that truly how you feel? Even towards me? Have you become so arrogant that you would cast out your own father?” A voice, aged and weary, sliced through the chaos like a knife.

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