Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 316

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 316**
**Chapter 316 The Finals Continue**

Vivian stood on the brink of elation, her heart swelling with pride as she absorbed the warm compliments from her two elders. Her smile shone like a beacon, illuminating the room around her. “Mom, please, stop showering me with praise. The competition is far from over, and there’s no certainty that I will clinch first place,” she replied, half-laughing, half-serious, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness.

Henry, her father, feigned a stern expression, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed him. “Oh, my daughter is absolutely destined to take first place. I have no doubts about that,” he declared, his tone teasing yet filled with unwavering belief.

As the sixth speaker concluded their presentation with a swift flourish, the atmosphere in the auditorium shifted, anticipation hanging palpably in the air.

Finally, the moment arrived—it was Lillian’s turn.

On stage, the host maintained a well-practiced smile, a facade of professionalism that barely concealed the excitement bubbling beneath. As he announced Lillian’s name, a ripple of recognition swept through the Sinclair family, their collective attention snapping to the screen like a tightly drawn bowstring.

Silence enveloped the room, each member of the family unwilling to break the spell of the moment.

Morgan, seated in his armchair, absentmindedly lifted his teacup to his lips, his gaze fixated on the television as if it were a portal to another world.

And then, there she was—the familiar figure stepping onto the stage.

The sound of porcelain shattering against the floor sliced through the tense silence, a sharp crack that echoed with the weight of disbelief.

Morgan stood abruptly, his legs trembling beneath him, his eyes glued to the screen as if he were witnessing a ghost. “She… she… what’s her name?” he stammered, a mixture of confusion and recognition swirling within him.

A wave of shock surged through the room, rippling across the faces of the Sinclair family, including Vivian. She had never anticipated encountering that girl again, especially not in such a significant moment.

What left her utterly astounded was the realization that the Sinclair family was witnessing this too.

With a graceful gesture, Lillian raised her hand, and an immediate hush fell over the room, the silence thick with anticipation.

“Some of you may be wondering why I decided to discuss a corporate battle today,” she began, her voice steady and confident. “After all, we are still high school students; economics isn’t exactly our forte. But here’s what I want to convey: we are on the brink of stepping into college, which means we already have one foot in the real world. Don’t squander your four years in university. Utilize every resource at your disposal; unleash your brilliant minds. Economics is woven into the very fabric of our lives—it’s merely a matter of recognizing it and knowing how to wield it.”

As she concluded her speech, the applause surged to an even greater crescendo, a roaring wave of appreciation that washed over her. This was no longer just an English presentation; it had transformed into a compelling lecture on economics that left an indelible mark on everyone present. Even the judges appeared visibly taken aback, their expressions a mix of astonishment and admiration.

None of them had anticipated that a high school student could deliver such a vivid, engaging discourse on economics—and in flawless English, no less—while capturing the emotions of the entire audience so effectively. It was nothing short of extraordinary.

As they watched Lillian step gracefully off the stage, Mr. Morgan finally shook off the stupor that had gripped him. His voice trembled with urgency, a sense of desperation creeping in. “Find her. Investigate her. I refuse to accept that there are two faces in this world that resemble each other so closely. She looks exactly like Catherine. There has to be a connection.”

Henry, sensing the rising tension, quickly intervened, his voice laced with concern. “Dad, I know, I know. Just calm down, please. Getting worked up isn’t good for your health.”