Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 549

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 549**
**Chapter 549 Difficulties**

The moment the trio crossed the threshold into the main residence, they were enveloped in an ambiance that spoke of refined elegance. The décor was a masterful blend of modernity and subtle luxury, with an air of sophistication that was both inviting and intimidating. Despite the biting cold of winter that lingered outside, warmth radiated from within, wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. Plush carpets, soft to the touch, cushioned their steps, while a selection of minimalist yet exquisite paintings adorned the walls—each piece a silent testament to wealth and taste, quietly priceless and curated with care.

Chloe’s eyes roamed the space, absorbing every detail, yet with each passing moment, the pride she once held as the Sinclair heiress seemed to evaporate. Standing in this grand abode, she felt diminutive, almost inconsequential. This residence outshone every extravagant estate she had ever encountered—tenfold, no, perhaps even a hundredfold. And this was the sanctuary where Lillian resided, the woman who had captivated her father’s affections.

Just then, Louis appeared, his demeanor polished and respectful. He bowed his head slightly, a gesture of deference. “Mr. Henry, please make yourselves comfortable. My master will be with you shortly.” With a graceful wave of his hand, he signaled the servants to bring forth tea and refreshments, their movements fluid and practiced.

The three of them settled into the lavish lounge, their bodies tense as they sipped the steaming tea. Each sip was accompanied by a nervous glance at the opulent surroundings, as if they could somehow absorb the luxury through sheer will. Time dragged on, stretching into what felt like an eternity, until the soft chime of the elevator finally broke the oppressive silence.

When the doors slid open, a tall man emerged, clad in simple loungewear that somehow exuded an effortless charm.

Henry sprang to his feet, flustered, his palms damp with anxiety. Beside him, Chloe’s expression grew distant, her eyes glazing over as she gazed at the man in awe. No wonder her daughter was so enamored with him; he was undeniably magnetic, a figure that seemed to radiate an almost otherworldly allure. It was a pity that such a man had fallen under Lillian’s spell.

Chloe had seen him once before, and the memory came rushing back, overwhelming her senses.

“Mr. Whitmore,” Henry stammered, his voice hurried and anxious, “please forgive our intrusion. I’ve brought Chloe here to extend her apologies to Lillian. May I ask where she might be?”

Sebastian sauntered over, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, and sank onto the opposite sofa with an air of nonchalance. He rested his chin on his hand, his dark eyes sweeping over them with an inscrutable expression. “From the look on Ms. Chloe’s face, it seems she didn’t arrive here with the intention of apologizing.”

The icy edge in his tone jolted Chloe from her reverie. Henry caught the fleeting glimpse of longing that flickered across her features, and a surge of anger ignited within him.

“My sincerest apologies,” Henry interjected quickly, his voice rising slightly in urgency. “I must admit, I’ve failed in raising her properly. Once we return home, I assure you, she will face the consequences of her actions. But today, we are here to offer a genuine apology to Lillian. Please, may we see her?”

A mirthless smile crept across Sebastian’s lips, a smile that held no warmth. “Mr. Henry, you make it sound so trivial. Your daughter pushed Lillian into the water. Where do you think she is at this very moment?”

Henry glanced at Sebastian, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. “Now… may we see Lillian?”

Sebastian regarded him for a moment, weighing his options, before standing up. “Wait.” He turned on his heel, striding purposefully toward the elevator.

The three exchanged anxious glances, an unspoken tension hanging in the air.

A good ten minutes passed before the elevator chimed once more. A soft, petulant voice echoed down the hallway. “Mr. Whitmore, I don’t want to wear this! It’s too thick—I’ll roast alive!”

They turned to see Sebastian emerging from the elevator, cradling a girl swathed in an oversized pink plush outfit. Her slippers had tumbled to the floor as she kicked and squirmed in protest, clearly unhappy with her attire.

In an instant, a servant rushed forward, eager to retrieve the fallen slippers, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as they awaited Lillian’s arrival.