Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 417

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 417**
**CONTENT: Chapter 417 Sebastian’s Reprisal**

Foster interjected, his voice laced with a knowing edge, “Absolutely. If you ask me, that shooter was likely part of one of Triny’s elaborate schemes. I mean, what are the odds she just happened to be right behind you, poised to swoop in and save you at that precise moment?”

Sebastian’s expression darkened, shadows flickering in his deep-set eyes.

“Indeed, what a remarkable coincidence,” he replied, his voice steady but edged with an undercurrent of frustration. “Regardless of her intentions, it’s all behind us now. She took a bullet for me, and I have repaid that debt; we owe each other nothing. As for the Lindt family’s outstanding balance with me… well, that’s an entirely different story.”

Even though the shooter lay lifeless, incapable of revealing any truths, it was glaringly apparent that Triny had been aware of his presence long before the incident. That singular fact cast a shadow of guilt over her, rendering her innocence questionable.

Evan’s gaze sharpened, a flash of understanding crossing his features. “It appears the Lindt family can no longer contain themselves.”

A glint of ice danced in Sebastian’s eyes, a chilling resolve taking hold. “That’s precisely what I desire. If he cannot restrain himself, I will uproot him entirely.”

After a few days of recovery, during which Sebastian’s injuries had mostly stabilized, Lillian decided it was time for her to return to school.

“Can’t you manage just a few more days off? My arm is still not fully healed,” Sebastian said, a hint of resentment creeping into his tone.

Lillian let out a mocking laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You wanted to play the hero, remember? That gunfight of yours was quite the spectacle. But as soon as it was over, you turned into a helpless wreck, seeking sympathy from everyone around. Enough of that—just focus on your recovery. With Louis and Foster around, you’ll be well taken care of. I’ve already taken over a week off; it’s time for me to get back to school.”

Sebastian, taken aback by her fierce determination, found himself lowering his voice in resignation. “Alright then… I’ll come pick you up on Friday.”

Lillian shook her head adamantly. “No. I can manage on my own. You need to rest if you want to heal faster.” Without allowing him another chance to argue, she turned on her heel, climbed into the car, and drove off.

Sebastian watched her retreating figure, a helpless smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Sir, Mr. Merrick has requested a private meeting with you. When would you be available?” Foster inquired, his demeanor professional as always.

Sebastian’s smile faded, replaced by a steely resolve. “Tomorrow. Also, make sure to pass along the information you uncovered to Morten, and inform him I do not want to see Triny in Kingston again.”

“Mr. Whitmore!” Triny’s eyes sparkled with sudden excitement; a rush of joy surged through her as she sprang to her feet. She was about to dash out the door when a wave of caution washed over her. Instead, she hurried into the dressing room, quickly changing into a stunning outfit and applying just the right amount of makeup.

Once she felt satisfied with her appearance, she raced downstairs, her heart pounding with anticipation.

However, when she entered the living room, her heart sank. Only Foster and Morten occupied the space, and the man she yearned to see was conspicuously absent.

“Where’s Sebastian? Why didn’t he come?” Triny asked, her voice laced with urgency.

Foster’s tone was cold, devoid of any warmth. “I’m sorry; Mr. Whitmore will not be seeing you. I came today solely to deliver some documents to Mr. Morten—and to convey a message from him.”

He turned to Morten, his expression unyielding. “He stated he doesn’t want to see Ms. Triny in Kingston again.” With that, he rose from his seat and made his exit.

Triny’s face drained of color, turning as pale as paper.