Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 381

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 381**
**CONTENT: Chapter 381 Sinclair Group Auction**

Lillian shrugged, her indifference palpable. “Then go ahead. Your life is your own to do with as you please. If you really want to end it, no one can stop you.” Her voice was steady, yet there was an underlying firmness that hinted at her resolve. “But let me make one thing clear—I’m a doctor. Even if you decide to slice into your wrists right now, I can ensure you remain alive just long enough to die somewhere else.”

With that, she pivoted on her heel and strode purposefully toward the elevators, her mind racing with the implications of the confrontation.

Lisa’s expression twisted into a mask of fury as she watched Lillian’s back retreating into the distance. “You’re forcing my hand,” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “If you’re this heartless, don’t come crying to me about what happens next!” In a fit of rage, she lunged forward, knife glinting menacingly in her grasp.

The lobby erupted into chaos, screams echoing off the polished marble floors like a cacophony of panic.

Just as the blade was poised to strike, a tall figure surged forward, launching a swift kick that sent Lisa crashing to the ground.

Lillian’s heart raced as she recognized the man who had intervened. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice laced with concern, acutely aware of his health issues.

Rachel dashed over, her tone urgent and filled with worry. “Do you feel unwell anywhere?”

Randall flashed a relaxed smile, as if the entire ordeal was merely a minor inconvenience. “I’m fine. A little exercise like this won’t kill me.”

Only after hearing his reassuring words did Lillian allow herself to exhale, the tension in her shoulders beginning to ease.

Meanwhile, security personnel had swiftly subdued Lisa, wresting the knife from her grip and pinning her down.

Lillian approached the restrained woman, meeting her hate-filled glare with a chilling detachment. “Ms. Lisa, you know perfectly well why your career crumbled to dust. If you take a moment to reflect, you might just find a way to rebuild. But if you choose to remain blinded by your hatred, I won’t hesitate to obliterate what little remains of your career.”

As Lisa was dragged away, the crowd began to disperse, the air thick with lingering anxiety.

Turning back to Randall, Lillian inquired, “What brought you here today?”

Randall glanced at the scene unfolding with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “I came to finalize some contract details with Mr. Wayne. He told me to come ahead, that he’d join me later. I walked in just in time to witness that little spectacle.”

Lillian offered a small, grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Wayne nodded, his expression serious. “Yes. They sent out invitations a week ago. Ryan hadn’t planned on going, but Karina pressured him into it. From what I hear, the Sinclair Group is about to unveil new products, so this auction is more of a prelude to that.”

Randall chimed in, “I’ve heard about it too. Supposedly, Mr. Sinclair is hosting it in honor of his late wife. He even established a charity foundation in her memory. The auction items are said to be hers.”

A flicker of rage ignited in Lillian’s eyes. Her mother had been gone for so many years, yet he still shamelessly exploited her name for profit.

She had been avoiding confronting this reality for far too long. Now, it was time to face it head-on.

Wayne noticed the shift in her demeanor and asked cautiously, “Lillian, are you alright?”

Taking a moment to steady herself, she replied curtly, “I have something important to do. I’ll go ahead.” Without another word, she pivoted and hurried out, her mind racing with thoughts of what awaited her.

Wayne watched her leave, a gnawing sense of unease rising in his chest, the weight of unspoken worries hanging heavily in the air.