Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 412

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 412**
**CONTENT: Chapter 412 Triny’s Provocation, Part Two**

With a deliberate motion, Triny placed her phone on the table, her fingers lingering on the screen for a moment as if searching for the right words. She lifted her hand, a smile stretching across her lips, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “My hand hurts; my head’s a little fuzzy. I can’t quite remember,” she said, her voice a mix of feigned innocence and hidden malice.

Lillian, keenly aware of the tension hanging in the air, made her way to the plush couch in the lounge area, sinking into its embrace with an air of casual confidence. She could sense the undercurrents swirling around Triny’s invitation, and she had no intention of rushing through this encounter. No, she was curious about the performance Triny was about to unveil.

“Go ahead—spill it. Why did you drag me here today?” Lillian prompted, her tone laced with a challenge.

Triny’s smile widened, a glimmer of triumph sparking in her eyes. “You’ve lost. Sebastian cares about me. Did you see the bandage on my wrist? He knew I slit my wrist to kill myself; he came to me immediately. So, Lillian—you’ve lost.”

“Is that so?” Lillian raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to the gauze wrapped around Triny’s wrist, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “And you’re so convinced you’ve wedged yourself between Sebastian and me?”

“Of course. At the very least, I’ve already pried open a crack between the two of you; sooner or later, I’ll push you out altogether,” Triny declared, her confidence growing with each word.

“Do you know? That day, his expression was so frantic, his eyes full of concern. Even now, reflecting on it, I still can’t believe it,” Lillian replied, her voice softer now, almost contemplative.

“People have always said one thing holds true in marriage: families have to match. Sure, you’re a Sinclair—but you grew up out in the middle of nowhere, and that will always keep you from truly fitting in at the top. The Lindts are different. We may not rival the Whitmores, but our families have been intertwined for generations. And when it comes down to it, Sebastian will always belong with me,” Triny asserted, her tone dripping with superiority.

Lillian leaned back against the couch, her legs crossed elegantly, her eyes glinting with amusement as they settled on Triny. “Plenty of women have said the same thing to me before; but in the end, they all gave up. Do you know why?”

Triny shivered involuntarily at the sight of the smile in Lillian’s eyes, a sense of dread creeping over her. “What are you trying to do?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Lillian leaned down, her expression softening deceptively, her finger tracing the curve of Triny’s cheek with an unsettling tenderness. “You, Triny—the so-called society darling of Dracovia Kingston’s elite. Why debase yourself like this?”

“He doesn’t love you, yet you still cling so shamelessly, desperate to climb up. I don’t know if it’s the nature of Lindt women—or if it’s simply who you are. That night… it’s always been something I refuse to bring up. Do you know why?”

Panic flared in Triny’s eyes as she recoiled from Lillian’s touch, her heart racing. “You—you, what exactly are you trying to say?”