Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Sebastian’s Ruthless Resolve

Sebastian’s words ignited within her an unshakable resolve.

Amid the confused murmurs of the crowd, the man remained composed. Calmly, he pulled out his phone and pressed a number. “This is Sebastian. Dispatch every available man to Kingston immediately. I want the entire Soren Group hot spring resort sealed off—no one gets in or out, not even a fly.”

His swift, commanding orders sent waves of unease rippling through those gathered. This was not the dramatic confrontation they had expected. Everyone had anticipated a scorned fiancé exposing his unfaithful bride in a fiery public outburst. Instead, Sebastian stood firm, unwavering and fierce, as if willing to unleash hell itself for her sake.

Hans froze for a moment, her eyes flashing with venomous disbelief. How could he still protect that woman so fiercely when the evidence was so glaringly obvious? It was beyond her comprehension.

Robert’s sharp gaze locked onto Sebastian. “Mr. Whitmore, what exactly is going on here?”

Sebastian’s face remained unreadable, his eyes cold and distant. His thumb idly traced the edge of his signet ring as he spoke in a lazy, almost dismissive tone, “I’m here to clear my fiancée’s name.”

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The room fell silent, stunned by his declaration. For men like them—accustomed to endless conquests—such unwavering loyalty was unheard of, especially toward a woman publicly humiliated. Yet here he was, defying every expectation, shattering every assumption.

Lyla’s emotions churned in turmoil. Part of her was drawn to his steadfast devotion, admiring the depth of his commitment; yet another part burned with jealousy, aching to be the one he protected so fiercely.

“Mr. Whitmore,” a nervous voice piped up, “I don’t think this is as serious as it seems. If Ms. Harrington explains herself, we’ll believe there’s nothing between her and Mr. Ryan.”

Noreen quickly chimed in, “Yes, Sebastian, just let Lillian clarify things. That should be enough.”

“Why,” Sebastian’s voice cut through the room like a razor, “should she have to explain herself to any of you? What business is this of yours?”

The weight of his words silenced everyone instantly.

At that moment, Fawks, Janus, and the others arrived, their faces registering nothing but confusion and unease. They had known Sebastian for years, but never witnessed this side of him—cold, deadly, and utterly implacable. Whatever boundary had been crossed tonight, there was no turning back.

Cameron blinked in surprise but quickly scrambled to comply. “Right, okay, just a second.” He spun around, ready to dash inside.

Before he could move far, a deep male voice interrupted, “If you don’t mind, use mine.”

A middle-aged man stepped forward, extending a military knife.

Without hesitation, Lillian accepted it. By now, the black lines had crept to the tips of Ryan’s fingers. With a swift, clean motion, she sliced the tip of his finger.

Blackened blood spurted forth, hissing and bubbling upon contact with the ground.

Only when the dark, corrupted blood finally ran clear did Lillian retrieve a vial of powder, sprinkling it delicately over the wound. Before everyone’s eyes, the cut sealed itself, smooth and flawless.

The room fell into a stunned silence, awe replacing contempt. Even Sebastian, who had maintained a stoic expression, found himself captivated. This was the first time he had seen her like this—completely focused, her face sharp and serene. In that moment, she seemed surrounded by a radiant halo, breathtaking and untouchable, impossible to defile.