Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 420

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 420**
**CONTENT: Chapter 420 The Wargod Producer**

Lillian cast a quick glance at Cameron, taking in his strikingly bold outfit—a vibrant red shirt paired with blue pants that seemed more suited for a fashion runway than a casual outing. Instantly, a wave of reluctance washed over her; the last thing she wanted was to draw closer to him, especially in such an eye-catching ensemble.

Noticing her hesitation, Cameron closed the distance between them with confident strides, his long legs covering the ground effortlessly. He reached for her arm, guiding her toward the sleek blue sports car parked nearby. Without a moment’s pause, he ushered her into the vehicle, and it roared to life, shooting away from the school gates with an exhilarating rush.

Unbeknownst to them, lurking in the shadows nearby, a figure observed the scene unfold, a chilling smile curling at the corners of his lips, as if he relished the drama that was about to unfold.

Inside the car, Lillian furrowed her brow, confusion etched across her features. “What’s the rush, Cameron?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of annoyance.

Cameron kept his gaze fixed firmly on the road ahead, his expression serious. “We have dinner scheduled with the film producer from Million Corp tonight. Remember your interest in Wargod? He’s the one steering the ship.”

At the mention of Wargod, Lillian’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her earlier irritation momentarily forgotten. A teasing smile crept onto her lips. “Well, that’s not too shabby; thank you for the heads-up. I was genuinely worried that an opportunity like this might slip through my fingers.”

Cameron’s tone turned blunt as he replied, “You could have gone straight to Merrick. If he backed you, you wouldn’t just snag a few roles; the entire production could potentially be yours.”

Lillian pondered his words for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. “The ultimate boss is for pivotal moments; I don’t want to waste his influence on just one movie.”

“Fair enough,” Cameron chuckled, a hint of admiration in his eyes for her strategic thinking.

As they arrived at the Imperial Hotel, the atmosphere shifted. The private dining room was already bustling with activity, laughter and chatter filling the air.

Upon entering, they were greeted by a slightly overweight man who wore a broad grin. “Mr. Cameron, what took you so long? We’ve all been eagerly waiting for you!”

Cameron’s demeanor transformed in an instant, exuding an air of calm authority as he smiled back. “Apologies; I had to pick someone up.”

Curiosity piqued, the eyes of the room quickly turned to Lillian. In their elite circles, stunning beauty was commonplace, yet she possessed an allure that momentarily captivated their attention.

“Mr. Cameron, is this a new recruit in your company? Not bad; you certainly have a sharp eye for talent,” the heavyset man remarked, his gaze lingering on Lillian.

Cameron merely smiled, leading Lillian to an empty chair at the table.

The man across from them, still grinning, leaned forward. “Mr. Cameron, aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Cameron gestured toward the man. “This is Mr. Rick from Million Corp; he oversees their film division.” Then, turning to Rick, he added, “And this is Ms. Harrington. I hear Memo Entertainment and Million Corp are collaborating on Wargod; she’s got some intriguing ideas.”

“Oh, so Ms. Harrington is also interested in the film industry. That’s splendid news; at least we’ll have something to discuss,” Rick said, his smile broadening.

Lillian returned his smile politely, though her heart raced with a mix of excitement and caution. “I wouldn’t go that far. I’m simply intrigued by this particular movie, and I hope Mr. Rick might consider giving me a chance.”

Rick’s eyes sparkled with a predatory gleam as he studied her intently. “And what kind of chance is Ms. Harrington hoping for?”

Sensing the underlying challenge in his gaze, Lillian felt a flicker of defiance spark within her. “I have a few actors under my wing; I’d like to secure a couple of roles in Wargod.”

A ripple of discomfort passed through the other guests at the table. Her directness was unexpected, and the tension in the air became palpable.

Rick let out a dry laugh, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he focused on her. “That’s an easy request. Whatever roles Ms. Harrington desires—no problem. But first, let’s enjoy our meal.” He gestured for the server. “Pour Ms. Harrington some wine.”

A server approached, elegantly dressed, carrying a bottle of wine. As she moved to pour into Lillian’s glass, Lillian swiftly placed her hand over it. “I’m sorry, but I don’t drink.”

“Are you not worried I’ll ruin the entire film deal?” she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Eh, it’s just a movie. Worst case, Sebastian treats me to dinner afterward,” Cameron replied, popping the spoonful into his mouth with a casual air.

Rick interjected, impatience growing in his tone. “So, have you made a decision? One bottle, and we can put this behind us.”

Lillian studied the wine bottle thoughtfully before nodding. “Not a bad offer; it seems fair.” She turned to the waiter. “Open it. I’ll drink with Mr. Rick properly.”

The waiter hurried forward, swiftly pulling the cork from the bottle.

Lillian picked up her glass, filling it herself, her demeanor cheerful as she stood before Rick. “I didn’t recognize your true power earlier, and I offended you. Please forgive me; this glass is my apology.” She filled it to the brim, her smile unwavering.

Rick looked at her with smug satisfaction, his confidence evident in his gleaming eyes.

Lillian raised her glass, still smiling brightly. “This first drink is to Mr. Rick’s courage. Few men are bold enough to grant me such respect.” Then, in a swift motion, she tipped the entire glass over his head.

Gasps echoed around the room as the wine cascaded down Rick’s face, shock mingling with rage.

Undeterred, Lillian poured a second glass. “This one is also to Mr. Rick’s courage. After all, in my entire life, only my fiancé has ever dared to lay a hand on me. Truly remarkable—worthy of respect.” Again, she upended the wine over his head, her expression triumphant.

Rick’s face darkened, fury radiating from him.

Unfazed, Lillian poured the remainder of the bottle into a final glass, her smile unwavering. “This third glass is to wish Mr. Rick a long and prosperous life; may he always enjoy fine wine. But with so many pitfalls along the way, let’s hope he doesn’t stumble into one.” And with that, she drenched him once more, the wine pouring down as the tension in the room reached a fever pitch.