Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 409

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 409**
**CONTENT: Chapter 409 Eda’s Provocation**

Eda’s voice dripped with mockery, yet Lillian remained unfazed, her composure like a shield. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied coolly, a faint smile playing on her lips. “At least it proves one undeniable truth—you’re beneath me, Eda.”

“Beneath you?” Eda echoed, her smirk widening as if she had just struck gold. “That’s rich! I can’t possibly compete with your shameless flirtation. But tell me, Lillian, what if everyone got a glimpse of the real you? Do you honestly think you could still hold your head high at Kingston University then?”

Lillian met Eda’s smug gaze with a calm smile, her mind racing with thoughts of the challenges that lay ahead. “Is that so? Then let’s just wait and see how it all unfolds,” she replied, her tone laced with determination. With that, she turned on her heel and strode purposefully toward the dormitory, each step echoing her resolve.

As she walked away, Eda’s lips curled into a sinister smile, a sense of satisfaction washing over her.

Upon entering the dorm, Lillian found Isabelle and the others already gathered, their chatter filling the room with a warm, familiar energy.

Elsie, clutching a bag of chips like a lifeline, ambled over to Lillian. She leaned against the desk, her eyes wide with exaggerated curiosity, as though Lillian held the secrets of the universe.

“What’s going on?” Lillian asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Elsie remained silent, her mouth full of chips, crunching away as if she were lost in a world of salty bliss.

Isabelle couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the sound bright and infectious. “Looks like you’ve rattled her into silence!”

Lillian raised an eyebrow at Elsie, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Whoever managed to shake Miss Elsie this much must be quite impressive. Spill the beans; I want to learn a few tricks myself!”

Before she could finish her sentence, Laney, who had been sipping soda, suddenly erupted in laughter, spraying a fine mist of carbonation across the table.

Isabelle doubled over, her laughter ringing out. “She’s rattled because of you!”

“Me?” Lillian pointed at herself, feigning disbelief. “When on earth did I ever rattle her?”

Joah bowed slightly, his expression grave. “Mr. Merrick, we located the shooter at the hotel, but he was already dead upon arrival. He had just been released from prison, and it’s evident he had no ties to Million Corp.”

Merrick’s brow furrowed, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his shoulders. “So, he wasn’t targeting Million Corp. Then what was his true motive?”

Eric hesitated, his mind racing with the implications. “Grandfather, this entire scenario feels extremely suspicious. The surveillance footage indicates the shooter went straight for Mr. Whitmore. But, by sheer coincidence, Ms. Triny intervened and took the bullet instead. Then, shortly after, we find the shooter dead. Who brought him in? What was his intention? And who killed him—and why?”

“Exactly,” Joah interjected, his brow furrowing in thought. “And how did Ms. Triny even know about the shooter’s existence in the first place? That’s the part that truly puzzles me.”

Merrick’s expression grew increasingly serious, his mind racing with possibilities. “Investigate Ms. Triny’s financial accounts; see if there have been any significant withdrawals recently. And dig into her connection with that Whitmore boy.”

“Yes, sir,” Joah replied with a firm nod, determination in his voice. With that, he turned and exited the room, ready to uncover the truth lurking in the shadows.