Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Eric

As darkness settled over the city of Solara, the presidential suite of the St. Peter Hotel was bathed in the soft glow of ambient lights. Eric reclined on the plush sofa in the lounge area, his sharp eyes locked onto the small screen of his phone. On it, a video played quietly—the same performance by Lillian from earlier that afternoon, her delicate movements and haunting melody captivating him anew.

A gentle knock interrupted the quiet. One of Eric’s trusted aides stepped inside, bowing respectfully as he extended a neatly organized folder. “Sir, this is the information I managed to retrieve from the school.”

Eric accepted the folder, flipping through the pages with careful attention. His voice was low, almost a whisper. “An orphan…”

The man nodded. “Yes, sir. The principal confirmed that Lillian was admitted to Riverdale High School with the highest entrance score from a neighboring county. The records list her as an orphan. However, there’s more—she’s reputed to be exceptionally talented in medicine, quite well known among Solara’s elite circles.”

Eric’s brow furrowed, surprise flickering across his features. “Medicine?” He leaned forward, his tone dropping to a hushed urgency. “I want a deeper investigation. Every detail you can find. And this stays strictly between us—no one else, especially not the old man, can know.”

“Understood, sir.” The aide gave a brief nod before retreating silently.

Eric reached for the glass of red wine resting on the table nearby, swirling the rich liquid thoughtfully before taking a slow, deliberate sip. His gaze drifted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the city lights shimmered distantly. A question echoed in his mind: Could she truly be the one I’ve been searching for all this time?

Shortly after the day’s festivities concluded, videos of the event began to surface online.

Riverdale High School already held a prestigious reputation in Solara, so once the clips were uploaded, they quickly amassed a massive number of views. The performances were polished, each class revealing hidden talents that surprised many.

But when Lillian’s performance appeared on the feed, the reaction was immediate and intense.

On stage, she wore a flowing teal gown that shimmered softly under the stage lights, giving her an almost ethereal presence. Her flawless features seemed as if carved from moonlight, untouchable and mesmerizing.

Her slender fingers moved gracefully across the violin strings, coaxing out a melody both haunting and beautiful. Every note was filled with elegance, a bittersweet longing that seemed to transcend time itself.

Before long, viewers were digging up the old plaza video, placing it side by side with the new one, debating fiercely over whether the two girls were indeed the same person.

Lillian had not anticipated any of this. By the time she became aware of the viral sensation, her Twitter feed was already flooded with messages, many asking if she was the mysterious violinist from the clip.

Wayne called her soon after, his voice tinged with frustration. The buzz had grown too large to contain. “Sir, by the time we noticed the video, it was already too late. It’s out of our control now. You’ll have to decide how to proceed.”

Lillian massaged her forehead, letting out a weary sigh. “There’s no need to respond. These things flare up quickly and then vanish just as fast when the next gossip takes over. Better to leave it alone.”

“Alright, I understand,” Wayne said, pausing before adding, “By the way, about that violin piece you played… why don’t we add some lyrics and release it as a single?”

Lillian’s exasperation was palpable, a weary frown creasing her brow. Her so-called subordinates never seemed to run out of ideas to squeeze every last drop of effort from her. “Seriously?” she muttered under her breath.