Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 333

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 333**
**Chapter 333: Randall’s Gesture**

The noise of conversation buzzed all around Lillian, each word clear and distinct, yet her face remained a mask of tranquility, betraying none of the thoughts swirling within her mind. She was an island of calm amidst a sea of chatter, her expression unyielding.

What she failed to notice, however, was the shift in attention that had begun to coalesce around her.

Rachel, sitting a few rows away, had been observing the quiet girl nestled in the corner for some time now. There was something about Lillian that intrigued her, something that made Rachel’s instincts tingle with curiosity.

“Lillian,” Randall called out, his voice cutting through the ambient noise like a knife. He repeated her name, but she remained unresponsive, lost in her own world. Even Celeste, who occupied the seat beside him, felt the change in the atmosphere, the tension that seemed to thicken the air.

Following Rachel’s unwavering gaze, Celeste’s eyes landed on Lillian. The girl was dressed simply, her face devoid of makeup, yet there was an undeniable strength in the way she carried herself—a quiet confidence that was, frankly, disconcerting.

“She’s not even that pretty,” Celeste muttered under her breath, her tone laced with disdain.

“Shut up,” Rachel snapped back, her voice sharp as a blade, slicing through the cabin’s chatter. The force of her reprimand jolted Celeste, leaving her momentarily speechless. She had never experienced such a direct scolding since she had joined Rachel’s team, and it left her feeling unsettled.

Then, as if drawn by an invisible thread, Randall stood up, his tall figure commanding attention as he strode directly toward Lillian. With a swift motion, he removed his mask, revealing a warm smile that seemed to light up the dim cabin. “Ms. Harrington, I hope I’m not intruding,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting.

Rachel followed closely behind him, her interest piqued as she observed the interaction unfold.

Lillian looked up, her gaze meeting Randall’s. The whispers that had floated around her moments ago had already clued her in on his identity; she couldn’t help but think how remarkably small the world was to encounter them on a flight once more.

“It’s you,” she said, a hint of surprise threading through her voice.

In all honesty, her knowledge of Randall was limited to his status as a world-renowned star, a figure who occupied the upper echelons of celebrity culture.

He had assumed their paths would never cross again; yet, it appeared that fate had woven a different narrative.

From her seat, Celeste shot Lillian a sidelong glance, suspicion swirling in her mind. The dynamic between Lillian and Randall was perplexing, and she couldn’t quite decipher it.

“Rachel,” she whispered, leaning closer, her voice barely above a murmur, “why are you being so polite to some random girl?”

Rachel’s sharp gaze flicked to Celeste, a cold smirk curling at her lips. “You think she’s just some random nobody? Look past the surface. Just her outfit and the watch on her wrist tell a different story. I can assure you, that alone is worth more than your annual salary.” And that was without even mentioning her impeccable medical skills; there was nothing “simple” about her.

Celeste’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “But she looks so plain.”

“Plain?” Rachel scoffed, a laugh escaping her lips that was laced with disbelief. “That ‘plain’ watch on her wrist? Five million dollars. Do you honestly think you could ever afford it?”