Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 325

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 325**
**CONTENT: Chapter 325 The Sinclair Family’s Investigation**

Sebastian’s lips curled into a smile that was both charming and dangerously alluring. With a subtle flick of his finger, he activated a concealed button on the dining table. The room was filled with a soft mechanical whirring as a section of the wall slid open, revealing an enormous screen. On display was the video of last night’s proposal—vivid, crystal clear, and impossible to overlook.

He watched with a mix of satisfaction and mischief as Lillian’s expression shifted from shock to realization, her features a mirror of astonishment. A smirk danced on his lips, exuding an infuriating confidence. “My dear fiancée,” he teased, his voice smooth like silk, “have you already forgotten our little agreement? You pledged to marry me in front of the entire city. What’s this? Trying to play coy with me now?”

As Lillian snapped back to reality, her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a glare that could pierce through steel. She fought the urge to throw something—anything—at that infuriatingly handsome face. “Sebastian, fine! You win. I surrender,” she declared, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration.

Inside, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being outmatched; going up against him had always felt like a battle she was destined to lose from the very beginning.

A glimmer of satisfaction flickered in Sebastian’s eyes at her admission. His expression softened, and the indulgent smile that spread across his face was warm enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. He effortlessly lifted her and settled her onto his lap, his voice dropping to a rich, velvety whisper. “Titles should be made official,” he murmured, leaning in closer, “but between you and me, there’s no winning or losing. If there has to be a loser, it will always be me, because I’ve already given my heart to you.”

The way his words rolled off his tongue, smooth and sincere, sent a ripple of warmth through Lillian. She couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the sound bright and sweet. “Now I’m convinced last night’s proposal was entirely your brainchild. All those lines… I bet no one could have ever imagined that the cold, untouchable Mr. Whitmore had such a… romantic side.”

His delight was palpable; the corners of his mouth lifted higher, his smile softening yet deepening. “Didn’t need lessons,” he replied lightly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I figured it out the moment I met you.”

With her SATS behind her and the weight of her obligations finally easing, Lillian felt a surge of excitement at the thought of visiting Mythic Mountain. It had been two long years since she had last seen her mentor, and the anticipation bubbled within her.

However, as she caught the hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes, she leaned in closer, planting a playful kiss on his cheek. “Haven’t you heard the saying? Distance makes the heart grow fonder. If you want me to always look my best in your eyes, a little time apart is necessary,” she teased, her tone light and coaxing.

Sebastian sighed, a sound filled with reluctant acceptance. “Then I’ll take you back myself and pay my respects to your master while we’re there,” he offered, his voice tinged with a hint of stubborn determination.

Lillian hesitated, weighing her response carefully. “Not yet. My mentor prefers to keep his whereabouts private. Besides,” she added, her voice dropping to a serious tone, “I’ve made more enemies than I’d like to admit; I don’t want to drag unnecessary trouble into his life. Once I’ve rooted out every last one of those hidden pests, I promise you can meet him.”

The shadows of uncertainty loomed large in her mind. She still had no leads on who had orchestrated the attacks against her or who had slipped Hans that drug—or what their ultimate goal had been. The unanswered questions gnawed at her relentlessly.

That revelation sent his mind spiraling. He couldn’t help but recall Catherine—her unmatched brilliance in the medical field, her effortless mastery, her rare and extraordinary gift.

One coincidence could be dismissed, but this multitude of connections, stacked upon one another, was impossible to ignore.

As Morgan’s expression darkened, his gaze remained locked on the file for a long, heavy ten minutes before he finally broke the silence. “Where is she now?” he demanded, his voice low and intense.

When he had first glimpsed her face, he had been only fifty percent certain. But now… now there was no room for doubt. She had to be Lillian.

There was no such thing as a coincidence—not with a face so strikingly similar, not with that innate gift for medicine that, if he were honest, might even surpass Catherine’s.

The thought left him both shaken and exhilarated, a tumult of emotions swirling within him.