Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 443

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 443**
**CONTENT: Chapter 443 A Scheme Within a Scheme**

Just as the bustling atmosphere of her office began to settle, Lillian’s phone erupted with an urgent ring. She swiped the screen and immediately recognized Wayne’s voice on the other end. “Miss, we’ve found the culprit,” he announced, his tone laced with a mix of excitement and relief.

A spark ignited in Lillian’s piercing gaze. “That’s excellent news. I’ll be at the office shortly,” she replied, her mind racing with possibilities.

After she finished her meal, Lillian made her way through the sleek corridors of the company, her heels clicking purposefully against the polished floor. The anticipation surged within her as she approached the conference room, where the tension was already palpable.

Inside, Winona sat with her agent, their expressions a blend of feigned innocence and underlying anxiety. Kayla was there too, accompanied by her own agent, both women radiating an air of hostility that filled the room like a thick fog.

As Lillian stepped into the room, Wayne wasted no time in delivering the critical details. “At last night’s show, Kayla’s shoes were sabotaged. Kayla’s agent claims she spotted Winona’s agent lurking backstage.”

Without hesitation, Lillian strode to the head of the table, claiming her position of authority. Her eyes locked onto Winona and her agent, a steely determination in her voice. “Let’s cut to the chase. What exactly happened with Kayla’s shoes?”

The tension in the room was almost tangible, as both women exchanged uneasy glances.

Winona, attempting to project an air of calm, replied, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I was simply in the front row, watching the show unfold. I never stepped backstage.”

Her agent quickly interjected, her voice shaky. “I did go backstage, but only because I needed to find the restroom. It was a simple mistake.”

Kayla’s agent could no longer contain her fury; she leapt to her feet, her voice rising in indignation. “Stop with the lies! Who goes backstage just to find a restroom? You couldn’t bear the thought of Kayla being chosen, so you intentionally sabotaged her shoes to ruin her chance on stage. Am I wrong?”

The accusation hung in the air, heavy and accusatory. “Ever since Kayla was selected as the spokesperson, you’ve made it your mission to undermine her. Every time we collaborate, you seize the opportunity to belittle her or trip her up. I saw you at the venue last night—I even questioned your presence since Winona wasn’t modeling. And then, shortly after, my assistant brought me the broken shoes. If it wasn’t you, then who could it be?”

An unsettling silence fell over the room, the air thick with anticipation. Lillian surveyed each of them, a cold smile curling at the corners of her lips.

“Did you truly believe I wouldn’t have cameras installed at the venue? Not just any cameras, but discreet pinhole surveillance designed specifically to catch any acts of sabotage. And now, it seems, they may finally serve their purpose.”

She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Think carefully. Will you admit your wrongdoing now, or will you wait until the evidence plays out on screen? If you confess now, you might salvage a shred of dignity; if you wait for the footage to reveal all, you’ll be left with nothing but humiliation. Choose wisely.”

Winona’s agent visibly faltered, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her jacket as she shot a worried glance at Winona.

Winona, though striving to maintain her composed exterior, could not hide the tremor in her hands resting on the table or the flicker of panic that danced in her eyes. The weight of the moment pressed down on them all, and the truth loomed just out of reach, waiting to be uncovered.