Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 397

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 397**
**Chapter 397: Fiancé Trouble**

Lillian observed the animated expressions of her friends, unable to suppress a soft chuckle that bubbled up from within her. “He’s not a student—he’s already working,” she clarified, a hint of pride in her voice.

Isabelle’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she teased, “Ohhh, a young professional! How delightful, very delightful indeed!”

Elsie, with her playful demeanor, narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. “You know, Lillian, you’re the first one in our dorm to openly admit that you have a fiancé. You owe us a meal, don’t you think?”

“Exactly! And not just any meal—we want your fiancé himself to host us,” Isabelle added, her excitement palpable.

A smile spread across Lillian’s face, warmth flooding her cheeks. “Alright, I’ll ask him. He usually has a packed schedule, but once we settle on a time, I promise to let you know.”

Just as she finished her sentence, her phone buzzed insistently, cutting through the air.

The three girls exchanged knowing glances, their eyebrows raised in anticipation. Isabelle’s grin widened. “Speak of the devil! Go on, answer it! We want dinner and introductions, after all.”

With a resigned sigh, Lillian shook her head, a mix of amusement and exasperation dancing in her eyes as she picked up the call. A rich, magnetic voice flowed through the receiver. “Lillian, come outside.”

“Mm, okay. I’ll be right there,” she replied, her heart fluttering slightly at the sound of his voice.

Before she could hang up, Elsie suddenly shouted into the receiver, her excitement spilling over, “Lillian’s fiancé! When are you inviting our dorm out for dinner?”

On the other end, Sebastian chuckled softly, a low, soothing sound. “You pick the time. Just let me know.”

Isabelle wasted no time, her voice bright and teasing. “You said it! Don’t you dare go back on your word.”

Sebastian’s deep voice flowed smoothly, “Decide the time and tell Lillian. I’ll be there.”

Once the call ended, Isabelle leaned in with a sly grin plastered across her face. “He sounds really good.”

Elsie nodded in agreement, adopting a mock-expert air. “From the sound of his voice, he’s definitely no ordinary man—and I bet he’s handsome too.”

“Sweptail? Never heard of it,” another replied, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Of course you haven’t. There’s only one in the world, and it cost ninety million,” came the knowledgeable retort from a third girl, her tone dripping with superiority.

“Forget the price—I just want to know who it’s here to pick up,” another chimed in, her curiosity piqued.

By the time Lillian stepped through the gates, a crowd had already gathered, their necks craning to catch a glimpse of the luxury vehicle. She recognized the car immediately—it was Sebastian’s—but the sheer number of eyes on her made her heart race with anxiety. She felt the urge to bolt, to escape the spotlight that had suddenly fallen upon her.

Before she could gather her thoughts, the door swung open, and Foster stepped out, his demeanor professional as he approached her. “Ms. Harrington, Mr. Whitmore is waiting for you inside.”

With no escape in sight, Lillian reluctantly climbed into the car.

Sebastian sat in the back seat, his laptop open, fingers dancing over the keyboard with practiced ease. Without looking up, his voice dropped to a low, teasing tone. “Lillian, were you just about to run? My dear fiancée. Hm?” The last note of his voice curled upward, laced with playful mischief.

Lillian shot him a glare, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “And whose fault is that? You’re so high-profile you’ve drawn a crowd. How was I supposed to walk over without becoming the talk of campus again?” She folded her arms defiantly, still fuming, her heart racing from the whirlwind of emotions.