Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 376

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 376**
**CONTENT: Chapter 376 An Apology in Person**

Lillian shrugged nonchalantly, a playful glint in her eyes. “I’m the model student here, you know. My plans to dazzle at Capital University are set in stone. So please, don’t go ruining my reputation with your antics.”

Paul let out a light-hearted chuckle, amusement dancing across his features. “Alright, I concede. But the real reason I summoned you today is to share some news. It pertains to the opening ceremony. Every year, a standout student is selected to deliver a speech, and while each province boasts its own SATs champion, your performance during the English competition truly captivated me. It had genuine depth and resonance. Therefore, I want you to be the one to address the freshmen this year.”

Lillian instinctively pressed a hand to her forehead, her heart sinking. Just as she had suspected—this cunning old fox never called her in for anything good.

Observing the animated play of emotions on her face, Paul added with an air of authority, “And don’t even think about declining. I’ve already notified the administration.”

With a resigned smile, Lillian looked at him, feeling a mix of helplessness and amusement. “That’s not exactly asking for my opinion, is it? You’re just shoving me onto the stage. You’ve saved me the trouble of crafting an excuse.”

Paul twirled the pen in his fingers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Precisely. You little fox—if I weren’t two steps ahead of you, I’d never be able to manage this situation. I call this my ‘long game’ strategy.”

“Alright then. A clever little fox meets an old, cunning fox. I concede defeat.” Lillian laughed, her spirit lifting despite the predicament.

Meanwhile, at Empire Group—

In the sleek, modern office on the top floor, Sebastian sat behind his imposing desk, his demeanor as frigid as the winter winds outside. He cast a piercing gaze at the three figures huddled in the lounge, his expression unyielding. “Mr. Morten, what an unexpected honor. To what do I owe this visit?”

Mr. Morten shifted uncomfortably on the plush sofa, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. “That night was entirely Triny’s fault. I failed to give her the guidance she needed, and she acted foolishly. Today, I’ve brought her here to apologize to you in person.”

Sebastian met Leon’s fury with a cold, humorless laugh. “Push it? And what about at the Lindt estate? Wasn’t it the same scenario? All of you banding together against my fiancée, threatening her as a united front? An entire family standing against a single girl.”

Even now, the memory ignited a fierce anger within him. Maintaining his composure in front of them required every ounce of restraint he could muster.

“Then what is it that you want?” Mr. Morten asked, his voice barely above a whisper, sensing the palpable tension in the air.

Sebastian drummed his fingers on the desk, each hollow sound echoing ominously in the silence, heightening the unease in the room. Finally, he spoke, his words measured and deliberate. “I want to know—who provided Triny with that drug she had on her that night?”

In an instant, all eyes turned to Triny, a heavy silence enveloping the room, the weight of the question hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst.