Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 482

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 482**
**Chapter 482: Cameron’s Birthday**

As Cameron and Fawks stepped into the elevator, a sudden rush of air accompanied the opening of a nearby private room. Just beyond the threshold, a striking woman emerged, her presence commanding immediate attention.

“Why is he here too?” she murmured under her breath, her brow furrowing slightly in surprise.

Meanwhile, in the lavish confines of a ninth-floor suite, Cameron rose from his seat, his eyes darting to the clock on the wall. Impatience laced his voice as he spoke, “Where on earth is Sebastian? Don’t tell me he’s bailing on me again.”

Fawks, leaning casually against the wall, replied with a reassuring tone, “No, I just got off the phone with him. He’ll be here any minute now.”

At that precise moment, the heavy door of the private room swung wide open, revealing Sebastian, who strode in confidently, leading a young woman by the hand.

“Sebastian! Finally! I was starting to think you’d stand me up again,” Cameron exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face, relief washing over him.

Sebastian chuckled lightly as he hung Lillian’s coat on the rack, then gestured for her to take a seat on the plush sofa. “It’s not even midnight yet; why the rush?” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Lillian turned to Cameron, her smile warm and inviting. “Sorry about that—we made a quick stop to pick up your gift, which took a bit longer than expected.” She reached into her bag and produced an ornately wrapped brocade box, presenting it to him with a flourish. “I thought you might like this.”

Cameron accepted the gift with a sparkle in his eyes, his enthusiasm bubbling over as he spoke. “Lillian, you’re always so incredibly thoughtful.”

As he carefully opened the box, his expression transformed into one of pure delight. “Whoa! The latest model from that luxury brand! Lillian, how did you know I’ve been eyeing this watch for ages?”

A hint of mischief danced in Lillian’s eyes as she confessed, “I didn’t, actually. I just told the clerk to wrap up something random.”

“Haha!” Fawks erupted into laughter, his voice ringing out as he coughed lightly. “Cameron, don’t flatter yourself too much.”

Cameron shot him a mock glare, then slipped the stunning watch onto his wrist with a flourish. “Doesn’t matter, though. It’s still better than that time someone gifted me a pair of red pants.”

Cameron made a dramatic face, his tone exaggeratedly mournful. “Lillian, you’ve changed! You’re no longer the sweet, adorable little girl I once knew; you’ve turned into someone darker than Sebastian!”

“That’s what happens when you’re influenced by the company you keep,” Sebastian shot back dryly, delivering the blow without mercy.

The group gathered around the table, the atmosphere charged with anticipation as they prepared for their poker game.

As Lillian placed her order for dinner, a waiter soon approached, speaking softly. “Excuse me, Ms. Harrington, there’s a lady named Ms. Lyla looking for you. She mentioned that she’d like to meet with you.”

Lyla? The name instantly conjured thoughts of Lyla Soren in Lillian’s mind, a lazy smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Alright,” she replied, glancing at the group engrossed in their game, deciding not to disturb them. Rising gracefully, she added, “Let’s go.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Sebastian noticed her slipping away. Quickly, he pulled out his phone, dialing with urgency. “Foster, Lillian just left—stay on her.”

The waiter led Lillian to a cozy booth near the vibrant dance floor. The music reverberated through the room, pulsating like a heartbeat, as lights flashed in a kaleidoscope of colors. The crowd swayed and thrashed, lost in the rhythm, an intoxicating blur of sound and motion that enveloped them all.