Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 400

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 400**
**CONTENT: Chapter 400 Million Corp Anniversary Gala 2**

Cameron and Fawks lingered near the bar, their gazes occasionally drifting towards the opulent entrance that promised a night of grandeur. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, and the soft clinking of glasses mingled with the hum of polite conversation.

“Why hasn’t Sebastian shown up yet?” Cameron muttered under his breath, a hint of impatience lacing his tone. “Eric’s arrival is imminent, and we can’t afford to be caught off guard.”

Fawks, ever the picture of calm, swirled the wine in his glass with a casual elegance. “Easy there, my friend. This evening is dedicated to Lillian. Do you genuinely believe he would let us down by arriving late?” He took a sip, savoring the rich flavor, seemingly unfazed by the ticking clock.

Manny, ever the charmer, let out a light-hearted chuckle as he raised his glass high. “Exactly! You’re worrying too much, Cameron. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I see a plethora of beauties in this crowd—too many to ignore!” With a wink, he strode confidently towards the garden, already scanning the throngs of guests with unabashed interest.

Just then, a ripple of excitement surged through the entrance as Mr. Morten made his grand appearance, flanked by Renee, Jane, and Triny. Guests flocked to them, their faces adorned with polite masks that concealed the murmurs of judgment simmering just beneath the surface.

Fawks nudged Cameron lightly with his elbow, a knowing look in his eyes. “Look who it is—Mr. Morten himself.”

Cameron’s expression hardened, a storm brewing behind his steely gaze. “Let him come. Why should I feign courtesy? After their despicable attempts to manipulate Sebastian and Lillian, I could tear them apart with my bare hands.” His thoughts were consumed by the vile schemes of the Lindt family—drugging, coercion, and their desperate attempts to ensnare Sebastian in a scandal that would ruin him. The mere recollection ignited a fire of rage within him.

Fawks’ lips curled into a cold, calculated smile, his voice dripping with disdain. “Let them plot their little games. Their every move only makes it more convenient for us to uproot them entirely.”

Meanwhile, across the hall, Joah, the president of Million Corp, was already making his way toward the doors, urgency in his stride.

Cameron straightened, sensing the shift in the air. “The Phillips family must have arrived. I’ll go check.” With determination, he made his way swiftly towards the entrance, his heart racing with anticipation.

Inside, the guests had already caught wind of the prominent arrival. Heads turned in unison, conversations faltering as a palpable hush enveloped the hall, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

Black-suited bodyguards entered first, clearing a path with a quiet authority. Then Joah led Merrick and Eric into the heart of the gala.

The elder’s hair was white, his face weathered by time, yet his presence filled the hall with a commanding silence. Beside him, the younger man drew a different kind of attention. Eric’s handsome visage and composed demeanor sent hearts racing, particularly among the clusters of women who lingered near the stage, their whispers full of intrigue.

In the shadows, Mr. Morten observed keenly, leaning closer to whisper to Triny. “The Phillips family’s influence in Murica is staggering. And Eric? He’s young, accomplished, and a formidable contender for the Phillips empire. He rivals that man in every conceivable way. You should seize this opportunity.”

Jane, standing nearby, interjected with a sly smile, her tone dripping with mischief. “She’s right, you know. Forget about Sebastian. He’s as cold as ice. But Eric? He’s promising. Why not consider him, sister? Sometimes, compromise can lead to greater rewards.”