Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 305

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 305**
**CONTENT: Chapter 305 Soren Family Rules**

Robert shot a quick, sidelong glance at the man seated next to him, his voice low and conspiratorial. “The real buyer hasn’t shown up yet,” he murmured, a hint of anticipation lacing his words.

Rowan’s mind raced as he grasped the implication immediately. The stakes had escalated dramatically; the price had already soared to an astonishing eight billion. The auctioneer, a seasoned professional with an air of authority, surveyed the audience with keen eyes, his voice rising above the murmurs. “Any more bids?” he called out, his tone echoing through the lavish hall.

He repeated the inquiry twice, the tension in the air thickening with each passing second. Just as he prepared to announce a third call, a paddle shot up from the crowd. The voice that followed was deep and unwavering. “Nine point nine billion.”

A palpable wave of shock rippled through the room, a collective gasp escaping the lips of those present. It was clear that this figure represented the ceiling of their expectations.

After confirming the bid three times, the auctioneer lifted his gavel high, a moment of suspense hanging in the air before he brought it down with a decisive thud. “Sold!”

Lyla’s heart raced as she realized it was Sebastian who had emerged victorious. Excitement bubbled within her as she recalled the hushed whispers she had overheard that night at the door; the thrill coursing through her veins was impossible to contain.

Turning her head to steal a glance at him, she found Sebastian’s gaze softened with warmth, his attention lingering on the girl beside him. His lips brushed her ear as he murmured something low and intimate, the sight causing a pang of envy to strike Lyla’s heart.

That single glance extinguished her burgeoning joy like a bucket of icy water splashed upon flames.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, Lyla recalled her grandfather’s words, a flicker of hope igniting within her. *It’s fine. As long as I can marry him, I’ll make him fall in love with me.* With that thought, the heavy gloom in her chest began to dissipate, replaced by a steely resolve.

Under the watchful eye of the notary, the transfer of ownership was executed with remarkable efficiency; in full view of the assembly, Sebastian signed his name with bold, confident strokes, each flourish of the pen echoing his authority.

On stage, Lyla felt her cheeks flush with a rosy hue as she gazed at Sebastian, her heart racing. She embodied the lovestruck girl, eagerly awaiting her prince to come and claim her.

Sebastian’s smile, though present, held a sharpness that could cut through steel. “Mr. Robert, you give me far too much credit. I appreciate the sentiment, but I fear you may be disappointed. This property—I purchased it for my fiancée, Ms. Harrington. The title belongs to her.”

His words detonated like a bombshell in the room. A plot of land valued at nine point nine billion, bestowed so casually? It was unprecedented. Many of the men present spoiled the women in their lives, of course, but gifting a house or a car was already deemed extravagant. This… this was an entirely different realm. In an instant, countless envious eyes shifted toward the girl seated below the stage, each gaze laden with incredulity.

Sebastian continued, his voice steady yet resolute. “And besides, I don’t make a habit of keeping mistresses. In the Whitmore family, being a third party in someone else’s marriage is something we abhor. So, Mr. Robert… you wouldn’t want your granddaughter to be someone like that, would you?”

Lyla felt the color drain from her face, shock washing over her like a tidal wave. She had never anticipated that this man would publicly reject her in such a humiliating manner, the weight of his words crashing down upon her like an avalanche.