Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 580

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 580**
**CONTENT: r 580 Laney’s Greed**

As Janus’s words echoed in the air, Laney felt a chill creep into her heart, darkening her thoughts like a storm cloud. A fierce vow ignited within her; she would eliminate Lillian from their lives, no matter the cost. The very idea of Lillian’s presence gnawed at her, a relentless itch she couldn’t scratch.

Meanwhile, in the grand expanse of Murica—

Nestled within the embrace of lush gardens, a castle stood, its European architecture a testament to opulence. The marble floor shimmered under the soft glow of light, reflecting the elegance of its surroundings. Crystal chandeliers hung like jewels from the ceiling, each facet catching the light and scattering it like stars across the room. Priceless paintings adorned the walls, their frames gilded and ornate, as if the very essence of wealth had been captured in their brushstrokes. Every corner of this palace whispered tales of affluence and privilege.

Servants glided silently through the corridors, their movements choreographed with an almost ethereal grace, each attending to their tasks with unwavering diligence.

From the sweeping spiral staircase, a woman descended with purpose. Her wine-red silk blouse shimmered like fine wine under the ambient light, and the flowing black wide-leg trousers accentuated her every movement. Cascading waves of hair framed her face, highlighting her striking features that held an exotic allure. With each step, she exuded an air of confidence mixed with an effortless elegance that was hard to ignore.

“Hey.”

As she reached the bottom, the butler, impeccably dressed, greeted her with a polished smile that barely masked the formality of his role. “Miss, the master is in the dining room.”

With a determined stride, she made her way through the elongated corridor, her heels clicking rhythmically against the marble floor. Upon entering the dining hall, her eyes fell upon a man seated at the expansive table, casually sipping his coffee while perusing the latest financial magazine. His chiseled features radiated a refined magnetism that came with age and experience.

“Derrick, are you really still here, savoring your coffee? Your son is out there making headlines for all the wrong reasons,” she said sharply, tossing her phone onto the table with a flourish. She gestured at the screen, her frustration palpable. “Look at this! Just look! Doesn’t this paint him as the most heartless of men?”

Derrick glanced at the glaring headline, his expression unchanging as he continued to sip his coffee with an air of calm. “You’re a poor excuse for a mother, Uriel. No need to read further—I know it isn’t true. With his cunning, black-hearted nature, there’s no way he would allow some woman to ensnare him so easily.”

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