Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 90

Kingston. Empire Group Conference Room.

Sebastian sat immersed in the middle of a meeting, attentively listening as one of his subordinates detailed a report. Suddenly, an overwhelming tightness gripped his chest, constricting his breath so sharply it felt as if the air had been forcibly ripped from his lungs.

Footsteps echoed sharply just outside the conference room door, breaking the tense silence. Without warning, the doors swung open with a forceful bang. A man dressed in black hurried inside, closing the gap between himself and Sebastian in a few quick strides. Leaning in close, his voice urgent and low, he whispered, “Mr. Sebastian, Ms. Lilian is in serious trouble.”

The words hit Sebastian like a physical blow; the room seemed to tilt and spin around him. He sprang to his feet instantly, his eyes narrowing into icy slits. “What did you say?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the sudden stillness like a blade.

The man hesitated briefly, swallowing hard before continuing. “Ms. Lilian’s car… it suddenly accelerated uncontrollably on the way to the airport. It veered off the Sandy River Bridge… and then exploded.”

Sebastian’s face hardened, his voice dropping to a deadly calm as he demanded, “Repeat that.”

The coldness radiating from him seemed to freeze the very air in the room. Everyone present shivered involuntarily under his piercing gaze.

“Ms. Lilian’s car exploded,” the man stammered, voice trembling now. “Her whereabouts are unknown.”

A heavy silence fell over the conference room, time itself seeming to hold its breath.

“Foster,” Sebastian ordered sharply, “you have five minutes. I want every detail—who, what, when, where, and why. Prepare the helicopter. We leave for Sandy River immediately.” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and strode out with purposeful urgency.

His tone was crisp, authoritative, leaving no room for question or hesitation.

Foster watched his employer’s retreating figure, his heart pounding wildly. In all the years he’d served Sebastian, he had never seen him so visibly shaken. Without delay, he sprang into action to carry out the orders.

Back inside the conference room, a murmur of confusion rippled through the remaining staff.

“Who exactly is this Ms. Lilian?” one whispered.

“Yeah, I’ve never even heard of her,” another added.

“Probably the boss’s girlfriend,” someone guessed.

“I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend,” a third voice said uncertainly.

“Let’s not speculate,” a senior employee cautioned. “The boss’s personal affairs aren’t really our business.”

Meanwhile, at the Lincoln family estate, news of the explosion had already spread like wildfire.

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