Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Provocation

The moment Everly stepped into the grand banquet hall, her entire demeanor transformed instantly. A crowd quickly gathered around her, showering her with flattering words and obsequious smiles. Their excessive adoration only seemed to ignite an even greater arrogance in her eyes. Occasionally, she cast a sharp, sideways glance at the girl standing quietly beside her, her look dripping with contempt and disdain.

“Do you see that?” Everly sneered, her voice low but cutting. “This is the difference between you and us. Even if Sebastian dotes on you now, what does it matter? His family will never accept someone like you. You bring them no status, no advantage. My advice to you, Ms. Lillian, is to quit while you’re ahead. Don’t chase after things that were never meant for you. Otherwise, you’ll lose both love and fortune in the end.”

A flicker of mockery danced in Lillian’s eyes as she met Everly’s gaze. With a slow, deliberate drawl, she replied, “Is that so? Who would have guessed that Ms. Everly has so much time to worry about little old me? But whether Sebastian’s family accepts me or not is none of your business. And honestly, even if I weren’t here, Sebastian wouldn’t be interested in you.” Without waiting for a response, Lillian turned and strode toward the courtyard, her steps confident and unhurried.

Everly’s expression darkened as she watched Lillian’s retreating figure. “Just wait, Lillian,” she thought bitterly, before following after her.

The courtyard buzzed with even more energy than the hall. Groups of guests gathered around the shimmering pool, their laughter and chatter filling the warm evening air. Some wore swimsuits, splashing playfully and teasing each other in the water, the atmosphere light and carefree.

Suddenly, a playful voice rang out, “Ms. Everly, there you are! We’ve been searching everywhere for you!”

A cluster of elegantly dressed women approached, their tall, statuesque figures unmistakably Murican. Standing among them, Lillian appeared especially petite and delicate by comparison.

One of the women eyed Lillian sharply and asked, “And who might this young lady be?”

Everly smiled coldly at Lillian before answering, “This is Ms. Lillian from Dracovia.” She purposely left out any mention of Sebastian, wanting to keep their connection under wraps.

As soon as Everly spoke, the group’s expressions shifted to disdain.

“First of all, no matter what condition my country is in, it has at least taught me not to gossip about others so shamelessly. Your careless chatter brings only one word to mind: gossips.”

The noblewomen’s faces soured immediately, their smiles fading.

Unfazed, Lillian pressed on, “Secondly, your knowledge of Dracovia only reveals how narrow your horizons really are. But do try not to parade your ignorance so publicly. Otherwise, I might start to believe that all you so-called noble daughters are nothing more than big-breasted, empty-headed dolls—spending all your time focused on appearances while neglecting to fill your minds.”

“You—!” Several of the women’s faces flushed with anger.

One of them suddenly snapped, her voice sharp and furious, “How dare you call us big-breasted and brainless!” She lunged forward, her hand raised, ready to slap Lillian across the face.