Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 477

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 477**
**CONTENT: Chapter 477 Laney’s Intent**

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the bustling city, Sebastian emerged from the imposing entrance of the Empire Group, flanked by his ever-loyal assistant, Foster. The weight of the day’s responsibilities still lingered in the air, but a sense of relief washed over him as he stepped into the evening.

“Mr. Whitmore,” a soft, melodic voice called out, breaking through the haze of his thoughts.

He turned his gaze toward the source of the voice and found a young woman standing by the ornate fountain that adorned the entrance. She wore a flowing white dress that fluttered gently in the evening breeze, a delicate pink cardigan draped gracefully over her shoulders. Her long hair cascaded down her back, framing her face in a way that made her seem almost ethereal. There was an air of fragility about her, as if the world around her could easily overwhelm her.

Sebastian’s brow furrowed slightly as he took in the sight of her. Just as he was about to slip into the sleek confines of his car, she hurried over, her expression earnest and determined. “Mr. Whitmore, I came here today specifically to see you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his voice cool and detached. “And what business do you have with me, Ms. Laney?”

Her demeanor shifted, a shy smile breaking through her initial nervousness. “Last time, outside Pavilion Hall, it was thanks to you that I was saved from those bad men. I wanted to invite you to dinner to show my gratitude.”

Sebastian’s expression hardened, his gaze turning icy. “It was Unno who saved you, not me; I had nothing to do with it.”

Laney’s eyes widened, and she took a step closer, her voice rising in urgency. “How could it not? He only acted on your command; that means it was you who saved me, doesn’t it?”

Foster, standing a few steps away, couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the exchange. He could see right through Laney’s intentions, her flattery dripping like honey, and it irked him.

Sebastian’s piercing stare locked onto Laney’s, his tone sharp and unyielding. “Does Lillian know you came to see me?”

Laney froze momentarily, confusion flickering across her features. “I left while Lillian was still in class. I didn’t have time to tell her,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

A chilling smile crept onto Sebastian’s lips. “Ms. Laney, you’ve gone behind your good friend’s back to show up in front of me time and again. Do you genuinely believe this is appropriate?”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she shook her head fervently. “Mr. Whitmore, you misunderstand me. I don’t mean anything else by this. I truly only wanted to thank you—nothing more.”

“Is that really all you wanted?” he asked, his voice flat and skeptical.

Sebastian nodded slightly, his demeanor still tense. “Yes.”

With that, the manager handed the menu to Laney, a polite smile on his face. “Would you like a recommendation?”

Laney returned the smile, though it felt more like a mask. “No need. I’ll have the same as Sebastian.”

Once the manager left, the room fell into a heavy silence, filled only by the soft clinking of utensils and the distant hum of conversation. Sebastian lifted a warm towel from the table, his movements precise and deliberate as he wiped his hands, the elegance of his actions contrasting sharply with the tension in the air.

“Go on, Ms. Laney,” he said, his voice slicing through the quiet like a knife. “You went to great lengths to arrange this dinner; what’s your real intent? Speak now, and let’s settle this once and for all.”

“Sebastian, I don’t have any hidden agenda,” she insisted, her voice trembling slightly. “I truly only wanted to thank you.”

He set the towel down, his gaze unwavering and icy as he leaned slightly closer. “You keep showing up at Pavilion Hall just to run into me. Whether that night was a genuine attack or merely a staged event doesn’t matter; you know the truth yourself. The only reason I agreed to this dinner was to hear your actual motive. Don’t tell me you don’t have one. You tracked down where I work and deliberately intercepted me. Do you really think I’ve lived all these years without learning to see through people like you?”