Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 403

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 403**
**CONTENT: Chapter 403 Million Corp Anniversary Celebration Sudden Incident**

From her vantage point, Triny observed the man who stood not too far away, his expression radiating warmth and affection. Yet, beneath the surface of her gaze lay a bitterness that she struggled to conceal, a tumult of emotions swirling within her.

As Merrick concluded his speech, he gracefully descended from the stage and turned to Sebastian, his voice inviting, “Come on, have a drink with me.”

Sebastian’s eyes flickered to the girl at his side, concern etched in his features. “Take care of yourself,” he advised, his tone protective.

The presence of the Lindt family loomed heavy over the evening, and given the tension that had escalated between them, he knew he had to remain vigilant, not allowing himself a moment of weakness.

Lillian offered a bright smile, her confidence shining through. “Go on, Sebastian. I’m not a child. I can look after myself.”

Once Sebastian had departed, Lillian found herself wandering into the expansive garden, a sanctuary adorned with vibrant neon lights that wove around the castle like a glowing embrace. The central fountain transformed under the kaleidoscope of colors, its water shimmering as fireflies flitted above the sprays, creating an enchanting, almost ethereal atmosphere that felt like stepping into a dream.

“Ms. Harrington, you truly possess an exquisite taste—finding time to relish the beauty of the flowers here,” Triny remarked as she approached slowly, a glass of deep red wine cradled in her hand, her eyes drifting over the picturesque scene.

Lillian savored a deliberate sip of her wine, her voice languid and relaxed. “Why shouldn’t I? Such beauty is rare and deserves to be appreciated; otherwise, wouldn’t it just be a waste?”

Triny turned her attention to Lillian, scrutinizing her relaxed demeanor before letting out a cold, mocking laugh. “Aren’t you curious about what really transpired that night in the room between me and Sebastian?”

With a slight twist of her wrist, Lillian swirled the wine in her glass, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “And what exactly are you suggesting, Ms. Triny? That you and my fiancé have crossed that line? Or perhaps that he whispered sweet nothings in your ear?”

At the derision evident in Lillian’s expression, Triny’s eyes darkened, a glint of malice igniting within them. “What if I told you that Sebastian and I are already together?”

Lillian raised her chin, scrutinizing Triny with a deliberate, measured gaze. “Ms. Triny, are you either overestimating your allure or underestimating Sebastian’s loyalty? That night—you know it, and I know it. He chose me then, and he chooses me now—and nothing you do will alter that truth.”

Merrick nodded, then turned to head in a different direction, leaving Sebastian to scan the room. However, his search yielded no sign of Lillian. Just then, Triny approached him, her demeanor casual yet purposeful. “Sebastian, are you looking for Ms. Harrington? She’s in the garden.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes slightly at her, a flicker of suspicion crossing his mind, but without uttering a word, he made his way toward the garden.

As he strode across the hall, a piercing scream shattered the festive atmosphere behind him. “Sebastian, watch out!”

Instinctively, he turned, barely registering the sight of someone hurtling toward him before a muffled thud echoed through the room. A woman’s voice let out a low groan as she crumpled to the floor.

The hall erupted into chaos, shrieks of horror piercing the air. Sebastian’s gaze fell to Triny, now sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from her shoulder, staining her arm a vivid crimson; it was clear she had already lost consciousness.

Morten rushed over, his face a mask of despair. “Triny, Triny, wake up! If anything happens to you, how am I supposed to live?” His voice trembled with anguish as he knelt beside her, desperately trying to rouse her from the abyss into which she had fallen.