Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: The Ambush, Part Two

Cary’s eyes glinted with a dark intensity as they fixed upon the bow and arrows neatly arranged on his desk. The memory of the confrontation in the courtyard earlier replayed vividly in his mind, and he muttered under his breath, “Sebastian, since you clearly don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame me when I show no mercy.”

Initially, Cary had hesitated, thinking about the deep-rooted connections between their families. If there had been a marriage alliance binding them, perhaps Sebastian might have exercised some restraint. But Sebastian’s cold rejection had been swift and absolute, leaving Cary humiliated in front of everyone. The bitterness inside him threatened to consume him if he didn’t find a way to release it.

Late into the night at the Austin Estate.

The sprawling villa was enveloped in a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional footsteps of a few vigilant guards patrolling the perimeter. The main house was mostly dark, with only a handful of dim lights glowing faintly, casting long shadows across the polished floors.

Inside the master bedroom, a solitary lamp emitted a soft, warm glow, illuminating a lone figure lying quietly on the bed. The stillness in the room was almost tangible, as if the night itself held its breath.

Suddenly, the figure sprang upright, slipping out of bed with swift urgency. She moved to the window, her brow furrowed in concern as she scanned the darkness beyond. Hastily, she pulled on a black jacket and made her way toward the door.

Just as she stepped into the hallway, a door directly opposite hers creaked open simultaneously.

Sebastian appeared, dressed in loose black silk sleepwear that shimmered subtly in the low light. He looked every bit as commanding and enigmatic as the night around them, his sharp features accentuated by the faint glow. His hair, still damp from a recent shower, added an effortless charm to his usual dangerous allure.

Noticing the girl’s serious expression and her black sportswear, he immediately asked, “What’s going on?”

Without hesitation, Lillian replied, “Get everyone in the estate together right away. A group is heading this way — and they’re definitely not here with good intentions.”

There was no time to explain how she knew. The urgency of the moment left no room for details.

Sebastian didn’t question her for a second. Pulling out his phone, he began barking orders, his voice calm but authoritative.

His eyes locked onto hers, a sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Why would I be? I have my Lillian watching my back.”

She shot him a teasing glare, playfully shoving him before turning on her heel and heading back inside. Sebastian watched her retreating figure with a fond, almost protective smile. But as his gaze shifted back toward the distant skirmish, his demeanor hardened — cold, ruthless, the unmistakable aura of a ruler of the night.

Inside the house, Lillian found the butler standing quietly in the hallway, his calm demeanor unwavering despite the turmoil outside.

“Moses,” she asked casually, “are there any buns left? It’s late, but I’m thinking a little midnight snack might help.”

The butler returned a gentle smile. “Yes, ma’am. Would you like me to have the kitchen prepare some fresh ones for you?”

Lillian waved her hand as she moved toward the small kitchen nearby. “No need. I’ll just make a few myself. No point waking everyone else at this hour — it’d be too much trouble.”