Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 438

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 438**
**Chapter 438 Laney’s Presumption**

As Foster caught sight of the man emerging from the building, he felt a sense of urgency propel him forward. “Sir, just a moment! A few executives from the Austine Financial Group are scheduled to arrive shortly to present their report,” he called out, striving to keep pace.

Sebastian’s response was as frigid as the winter air, his voice devoid of warmth. “Let them wait.” With that, he strode purposefully towards the underground parking garage, his demeanor suggesting he had no intention of lingering. By the time Foster reached the garage, Sebastian’s sleek white sports car had already disappeared into the distance, leaving only the faint echo of its engine behind.

The car surged through the city streets, slicing through the air at an astonishing speed of 120 miles per hour. What should have been a leisurely thirty-minute journey to Kingston University was mercilessly reduced to a mere fifteen minutes. The thrill of speed coursed through Sebastian as he gripped the steering wheel, a mix of adrenaline and determination fueling his every move.

As the cityscape blurred past him, he pulled out his phone and tapped in a number, his mind racing with thoughts of Lillian.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory, Isabelle and Elsie were seated at Lillian’s desk, watching the phone vibrate insistently.

“Where could Lillian have gone?” Elsie mused, her brow furrowing in confusion.

Isabelle shrugged, her expression mirroring Elsie’s concern. “I have no idea. She received a call and just dashed out without a word.”

Laney, drawn by curiosity, approached Lillian’s desk and noticed the screen flashing with the name Mr. Whitmore. “Should we answer it for her? What if it’s something important?” she suggested, her tone laced with a hint of urgency.

“No, it’s probably best not to,” Isabelle interjected swiftly. “It’s her phone, after all. If it’s urgent, he’ll call back.”

However, before Isabelle could finish her thought, Laney had already swiped to answer.

A deep, magnetic voice resonated through the speaker, sending a shiver down Laney’s spine. “Lillian, where are you?” The richness of his tone was akin to the smooth notes of a cello, captivating and intense.

Laney quickly regained her composure. “Hello, this is not Lillian. She left her phone here on her desk.”

“Do you know where she went?” The coldness in his voice sent a chill through her, and she sensed his impatience.

Lillian’s face lit up with a smile as she greeted the woman stepping out. “What brings you here?” she asked, her voice warm and inviting.

Ashley emerged from the car, her arms laden with several shopping bags. “Madam Laura asked me to bring these to you. She just returned from her trip abroad and insisted they would be perfect for you,” she explained, handing the bags over with a flourish. “She wanted to come herself, but she wasn’t feeling well, so she sent me instead.”

Lillian shook her head, her expression turning serious. “That won’t be necessary. I truly appreciate Madam Laura’s kindness, but I can’t accept these.” A glance at the bags revealed they were all designer items, a clear indication that Laura was aware of Lillian’s lineage as Catherine’s daughter, which explained the preferential treatment she was receiving.

Ashley, however, was undeterred. She pushed the bags into Lillian’s arms, her insistence unwavering. “They’re your size; no one else could wear them. Don’t be so difficult—just take them.”

Lillian looked down at the luxurious bags cradled in her arms, feeling a mixture of gratitude and reluctance. “Alright, I’ll accept them this time. But please tell Madam Laura not to buy me things anymore; I already have plenty of clothes,” she said, her voice softening.

“That’s not something I can control,” Ashley replied with a lighthearted laugh. “If you really want to do something for her, make sure to visit when you have the chance. Your grandfather is always talking about you, saying you’re heartless for coming to Kingston and not even stopping by to see him.”

Lillian felt a pang of guilt at Ashley’s words, realizing how long it had been since she had last visited her grandfather. The weight of family expectations pressed down on her, mingling with the excitement of the new life she was building at university.