Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 85

The atmosphere in the grand hall was thick with tension—some people waited nervously, their faces tight with anticipation; others wore sly, mocking grins, while a few barely concealed their delight at the unfolding drama.

Lilian had spent the entire afternoon asleep, finally stirring awake as dusk settled outside. When she stepped out of her room, she found the entire household gathered downstairs. The moment she appeared, every pair of eyes locked onto her—some filled with suspicion, others with thinly veiled hostility.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Lilian,” Lily sneered, her voice laced with biting sarcasm. “So, how’s Jimmy doing these days?”

Misty chimed in, her tone dripping with contempt. “Yeah, thank God we didn’t let her anywhere near my dad. Who knows what might have happened if she had?”

Before Lilian could respond, a sharp voice cut through the room. “Misty, enough.” The words came from a tall, well-built man whose handsome features carried an air of maturity beyond his years. His piercing eyes commanded attention, and Lilian instantly recognized him—this was Justin, Barry’s son.

Misty shot him a hurt look. “How can you take her side? She’s nothing but a con artist! Grandpa must have been fooled. Even the best specialists found nothing wrong, yet this nobody claims otherwise?”

Lilian chose to ignore the jab and moved calmly toward the dining area. “Hubert,” she called to the butler, her voice steady, “please prepare sweet and sour ribs, braised yellow croaker, and stir-fried greens. Thank you.”

Hubert gave a respectful nod and promptly headed to the kitchen. Mr. Quinton had been very clear: anything Lilian requested, she was to receive immediately.

Misty’s frustration boiled over. Watching Lilian casually command the staff, as if she owned the entire estate, was unbearable. “Who do you think you are, ordering Hubert around? You’re nothing but a stray mutt without a single shred of background!”

Lilian turned sharply and began to approach Misty, her gaze cold and razor-sharp.

“W-what are you doing?” Misty stammered, instinctively stepping back.

Lilian stopped right in front of her. The soft glow of the chandelier above cast a gentle light, making her star-like eyes shimmer with an unsettling calm. Leaning in slightly, she reached out and tucked a stray strand of Misty’s hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing lightly against her cheek.

“Nothing much,” Lilian said quietly. “I just wanted a closer look at the so-called heiress of the Lincoln family. Honestly, you’re quite underwhelming. Here’s a piece of advice: don’t go around claiming you’re the young miss of the Lincoln family. It might just embarrass Mr. Quinton.”

“You bitch!” Misty snapped, slapping Lilian’s hand away. “How dare you lecture me!”

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