Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 506

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 506**
**CONTENT: Chapter 506 A Scheme within a Scheme.**

In a shadowy recess just down the corridor, a figure lingered, observing the unfolding drama with unwavering focus and clarity.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, the dim light casting elongated shadows across the walls. A figure lay sprawled on the bed, seemingly lost in a deep slumber. Laney, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation, entered the room with the utmost care, each step measured and deliberate. As she approached the man, her breath hitched at the sight of him lying still. A flicker of triumph ignited within her, illuminating her features. She gently wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice a soft whisper, “Sebastian. I like you. I really like you. I’m not asking to be your girlfriend—just that you think of me sometimes.”

She nestled against him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, and remained there, savoring the moment, until the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains. When the door creaked open again, she slipped out as silently as a shadow, her heart pounding in her chest, as if she were escaping a dream that could vanish at any moment.

What she remained blissfully unaware of was the surveillance room, where every second of her clandestine visit had been captured with crystal-clear precision.

The following day, as the clock ticked towards their afternoon return to school, the guests departed after a hasty breakfast, the air thick with unspoken tension.

In the study, Foster placed a USB drive on the polished mahogany desk, his expression serious. “Master, this is the recording from last night.”

Sebastian’s gaze flicked to the drive, a cold smile curling at the corners of his lips, revealing a glint of satisfaction. “She didn’t suspect anything?”

“No,” Foster replied, his tone flat and matter-of-fact. “Everything unfolded precisely as you anticipated. What are your instructions for the next step?” Yesterday, he had been enveloped in uncertainty regarding his master’s intentions; however, the emergence of that figure had aligned every piece of the puzzle perfectly.

Sebastian’s fingers danced over the keyboard, his mind racing with possibilities. “Wait. Let her fall from heaven into the earth.”

Foster hesitated, a frown creasing his brow. “Master, I still don’t fully grasp your reasoning. We could manage this situation with a gentler touch. Why escalate it to this extent? If Ms. Harrington discovers the truth, she may harbor resentment towards you.”

At the dining table, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words as everyone ate in silence. Vivian, desperate to break the tension, continued to fill Henry’s plate with his favorite dishes, but he remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on a point far away.

“Darl,” he finally interjected, his voice tinged with impatience, “why did you want me to come back? If there’s nothing pressing, I’d rather head back to the company. You know how chaotic things are there.”

Morgan, his father, slammed his fork down, eyes narrowing as they locked onto Henry. “Look at this house lately. What has become of it? Do you want to drive me insane?”

“Dad, you’re aware of the situation at the company. Once this busy period passes, I’ll have time to sit down with you—how does that sound?” Henry replied, frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Morgan shot a glance at Vivian, his voice steady but commanding. “What are you planning to do about that woman? Divorce? Keep her? Make a decision, one way or the other. Several board members have already reached out to express their opinions. I want to know your course of action.”