Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 508

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 508**
**CONTENT: Chapter 508 The Chaos of the Sinclair Family**

Chloe sat there, utterly paralyzed, her heart racing in her chest, too frightened to utter a single word. The tension in the air was almost palpable, a thick fog of dread that wrapped around her like a suffocating blanket.

Morgan’s piercing gaze shifted towards Vivian, his expression a mix of curiosity and accusation. “How long have you been involved with this Vincent?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with an underlying menace. “Think carefully before you answer.”

Vivian felt the weight of his intense stare pressing down on her, and she swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, “Three years.”

The moment those words escaped her lips, the atmosphere shifted drastically. Henry’s hand shot out, striking her face with a force that echoed in the silence of the room.

“Three years. A whole three years,” he spat, his teeth grinding together in barely contained rage. “So I’ve been a fool for three years. Vivian, you are truly something else.” He turned abruptly, his back to her, and strode towards the door, each step heavy with betrayal.

Vivian, in a desperate attempt to hold onto him, lunged forward, grasping at his trouser leg, her sobs breaking free like a torrent. “Henry, please don’t leave me. I know I was wrong. I’m begging you—don’t abandon me.”

Chloe, her heart aching for both her parents, rose from her chair, her voice trembling with emotion. “Dad, yes, Mom made a mistake, but she has always loved you. She’s suffering for what she did. Are you really going to turn your back on her forever? Everyone makes mistakes, Dad. Can you honestly say you’ve never made any in your life? Please, I’m begging you—just this once, forgive Mom.”

Vivian turned her gaze to Henry, her eyes filled with a flicker of desperate hope, praying he would relent.

But Henry shook her off with a forceful motion, his expression hardening, and walked out without looking back, leaving a hollow silence in his wake.

Morgan let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head in disappointment as he stood up from the table, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor echoing in the stillness. He moved towards the staircase, his footsteps heavy as he ascended, leaving the chaos behind.

Beth, observing Vivian’s disheveled form crumpled on the floor, muttered under her breath, “What a sin.”

“Come in,” he responded coolly, his tone betraying no hint of the turmoil that surrounded him.

A subordinate, clad in black, stepped inside, bowing slightly as he presented a sealed folder. “Master, here is the information you requested, along with the invitation to the Philips Corp charity gala.”

Richard accepted the envelope with a casual flick of his wrist, glancing at the invitation before tossing it onto the table with a dismissive air. “Ensure that everything that needs to be prepared is ready ahead of time,” he instructed, his voice devoid of warmth.

“Yes, sir,” the subordinate replied, his tone respectful, yet laced with an unspoken tension.

Richard opened the folder, his eyes scanning the documents within. A cold smile crept across his lips as he processed the information. “Renee has been quite busy lately. She actually managed to ingratiate herself with Ms. Philips. I must admit, I didn’t see that coming.”

The subordinate bowed once more, his voice steady as he continued, “Ms. Lindt previously approached the general manager of Philips Corp for a partnership, but was turned away. I suspect now she’s trying to make inroads through Ms. Philips. After all, her partners in Dracovia were all eliminated in one fell swoop. She must be desperate to find new allies.”