Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 449

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 449**
**Chapter 449: A Shocking Discovery**

As Lillian stepped out of the imposing Hawk residence, the twilight enveloped the world around her, casting long shadows that danced across the ground. The air felt heavy with unspoken secrets, and she took a moment to breathe it all in.

“Miss, shall we head back now?” Unno inquired, his voice steady yet tinged with curiosity.

Lillian lifted her gaze to the darkening horizon, where the last remnants of daylight were being swallowed by the night. “Let’s go,” she replied, her tone laced with determination as she slid into the plush leather seat of the car.

The engine roared to life, and they set off into the evening. As they navigated the streets, a sudden stop at a red light offered Lillian a chance to gaze out the window. Her eyes casually scanned the sidewalk, but then they froze.

Vivian! The name slipped from her lips in a barely audible murmur, a mix of surprise and intrigue bubbling within her.

She observed as Vivian, her eyes sparkling with an infectious excitement, hurriedly approached a sleek black sedan. Once inside, the transformation was immediate; a radiant smile blossomed on Vivian’s face as she leaned forward to kiss the man behind the wheel.

Lillian noted the way Vivian’s cheeks flushed with a charming shyness, a coyness that seemed to envelop her like a warm cloak. What could he have said to elicit such a reaction?

The black sedan pulled away, veering off in a different direction, and Lillian felt a surge of urgency. “Unno, follow that black sedan; we mustn’t lose sight of them,” she instructed, her voice firm and commanding.

Unno’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his focus sharpening as he expertly maneuvered through the traffic, maintaining a cautious distance behind the vehicle.

They weaved through the streets, keeping a few cars’ lengths between them, the tension palpable in the air. Finally, the sedan turned into a gated villa community, halting at the entrance.

Lillian’s lips curled into a smirk as she surveyed the lavish villas, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. “Vivian, you truly have not disappointed me,” she muttered under her breath, her thoughts racing. I’ve uncovered one of your schemes with surprising ease—let’s see how many more secrets you’re hiding beneath the surface.

With a steely resolve, she turned to Unno. “Did you get a clear read on that license plate? I want to know everything about the owner of that car. Find out which house they reside in, and if possible, how frequently Madam Vivian pays them a visit. Also, I need someone to keep tabs on her—she must be under constant surveillance.”

“Understood,” Unno replied, his expression serious as he nodded, ready to act on her orders.

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Saturday arrived, a rare gem of a day off for Lillian. She allowed herself the luxury of sleeping in, waking only when her body felt fully rested. The sunlight streamed through her window, and she opened her eyes to a deep blue sky that seemed to stretch endlessly, lifting her spirits and filling her with a sense of possibility.

Unno nodded, his demeanor serious. “Yes, it’s registered to a woman named Zoe. Her first husband tragically died in a car accident twelve years ago. She later remarried a man named Jake—he’s known around here as a local thug.”

“A car accident?” Lillian’s eyes widened, the pieces of a troubling puzzle beginning to align. “Twelve years ago—that was the same year my mother’s accident occurred.”

Her mind raced as she froze for a moment, realization dawning upon her. Turning to Unno, she commanded, “Pull the case file on her husband’s crash from twelve years ago—if it still exists. And run a thorough background check on this Jake.”

“On it,” Unno replied without hesitation, his focus unwavering.

Sebastian furrowed his brow, concern etched across his features. “Why focus on Jake?” he asked, trying to grasp the significance.

Lillian shook her head, her thoughts crystalizing. “You don’t understand. If Zoe’s late husband was the one who collided with my mother twelve years ago, she wouldn’t still be receiving money every month unless something changed later. By herself, Zoe isn’t a significant threat. This means someone—or something—has tipped the scales. And Jake might just be the crucial piece of this puzzle.”

Sebastian’s voice dropped to a whisper, the weight of her words settling in the air. “So what’s your next move?”

Lillian let out a sharp, confident laugh that echoed in the room. “Simple. I play the long game.”