Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Seeds of Discord

The moment Hans uttered those words, Noreen’s expression twisted sharply, her features hardening into something fierce and biting. Her voice dropped to a chilling, icy tone. “Who exactly said she’s Sebastian’s girlfriend? Her? As if. That nobody doesn’t even deserve the title. What right does she have to call herself Sebastian’s girlfriend?”

Noticing the storm gathering on Noreen’s face, Hans quickly tried to calm the tension. “Okay, okay, my bad. Maybe I was reading too much into it. But honestly, with Mr. Whitmore’s status, he could have any woman he wanted. Why would he waste his time on some orphan?”

“An orphan?” Noreen’s eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across her face.

Hans cocked her head, pretending to consider the thought as she studied Noreen’s puzzled look. “What? You didn’t know? She’s an orphan. Raised in some tiny town, nothing remarkable except for decent grades that got her into Riverdale High. Her life only started to get better after she latched onto Mr. Whitmore.”

Noreen’s eyes sharpened, her gaze turning cold and calculating. “Is that all?”

Hans’ voice softened, dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “I don’t have all the details, but Ms. Harrington has been stirring things up in Solara. I saw her getting way too close with Mr. Ryan and Mr. Wayne from Skyreach Group—right there in front of my eyes.”

She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “I was going to tell Mr. Whitmore, but honestly, I don’t know what spell Ms. Harrington has cast on him. He seems completely oblivious to all of it.”

Hans’ assistant chimed in, her tone thick with contempt. “You should’ve seen it—those shameless displays of affection out in the open. It was disgraceful. Hans even tried to step in, but guess what? They not only ignored her, they flipped it around and made her look like the villain. So ungrateful.”

Their voices flowed in perfect harmony, each playing their role to perfection.

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a tempting whisper, like bait on a hook. “And I heard you’re his childhood sweetheart, Ms. Noreen. Your bond with Mr. Whitmore runs deeper than anyone else’s. If nothing unexpected happens, you’d almost certainly become Mrs. Whitmore someday. But now, with Ms. Harrington inserting herself into the picture… well, nothing’s certain anymore. Isn’t that worth feeling upset about?”

Noreen’s brows knitted tightly, her glare growing colder with every passing second. Hans’ words had struck exactly where it hurt most.

She had asked herself that question over and over—she and Sebastian were supposed to be inseparable; she should have been the one with the best chance to become his wife. So why had Lillian’s sudden arrival thrown everything into chaos?

Watching the dark, venomous transformation in Noreen’s expression, Hans’ lips curved into a cold, knowing smile. The flawless elegance of her makeup seemed just a touch less perfect now, as if a crack had formed beneath the surface.