Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 556

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 556**
**Chapter 556: The Celebration Banquet**

Sebastian stood at the grand entrance of the manor, his eyes fixated on the retreating figure of the girl until the sleek car vanished beyond the imposing gates. A sense of protectiveness washed over him as he turned to Unno, his trusted aide, and spoke in a low, urgent tone, “Ensure her safety. If anything at all goes wrong, I want you to call me without delay.”

“Of course, sir,” Unno replied, bowing his head respectfully before slipping into the car. The vehicle glided away smoothly, its tires whispering against the gravel as it departed the estate.

Nearby, Foster had been observing quietly, his instincts keen. He stepped forward, concern etched across his features as he caught the fleeting shadow of worry that crossed his master’s face. “Master, are you truly not accompanying her?” he inquired softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian maintained a composed demeanor, yet the weight of his words hung heavily in the air. “I have chosen to place my trust in her, and I intend to uphold that trust. She has worked tirelessly for this moment. Everything that needed to be arranged has been meticulously prepared. Now, it is her time to shine.” With that resolute statement, he pivoted on his heel and strode purposefully back into the opulent confines of the mansion, his mind racing with thoughts of the evening ahead.

Meanwhile, at the Imperial Hotel’s grand ballroom, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and celebration. The air was thick with anticipation, and laughter mingled with the clinking of glasses as guests reveled in the joyous occasion.

On stage, the host’s voice boomed with practiced enthusiasm, recounting the remarkable journey of the Sinclair Group. Each achievement and milestone was illuminated on the massive screen behind him, creating a vivid tapestry of success that filled the audience with pride.

In the crowd, Henry sat upright, his heart swelling with pride as he absorbed every word. Tonight was a moment he had long awaited, a night where the spotlight shone exclusively on him.

As the host concluded his speech, he raised his hand high, a signal to the audience. “Now, it is my pleasure to invite Henry to the stage to share a few words with us.”

The applause erupted like thunder, echoing throughout the hall as Henry approached the stage with a measured confidence. He scanned the audience, his smile radiant, reflecting the brilliance of the crystal chandeliers overhead.

“First and foremost,” he began, his voice warm and inviting, “I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to all of you for being here this evening. The success of Sinclair Group here in Kingston is a testament to your unwavering support and belief in our vision.”

Her head dipped in a trembling nod, her voice barely a whisper. “Thank you, Henry. From now on, I will strive to be the wife you truly deserve.”

The audience was visibly moved, many exchanging glances of admiration. What woman wouldn’t envy Vivian in this moment? How many men would not only forgive but also take on the blame themselves? To the crowd, Henry appeared almost saintly, a figure of compassion and strength.

And then—

The heavy doors of the banquet hall swung open with a slow, resonating creak that drew every eye in the room. A woman stepped inside, her presence commanding instant silence. Clad in a gown of midnight black that sparkled faintly with scattered crystals, she resembled a fragment of a star-strewn sky. Loose curls cascaded over her shoulders, slightly tousled yet only enhancing her allure. Each step she took in her silver heels rang sharply against the marble floor, a crisp sound that sliced through the murmurs of the crowd. A cadre of black-suited men trailed behind her, their presence mere shadows that accentuated her dominance.

Her voice sliced through the hall, cool and clear, laced with a hint of derision. “Well, what is this?” she queried, arching an eyebrow. “A corporate celebration, or a lovers’ confession conference?”