Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 558

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 558**
**CONTENT: Chapter 558 Lillian’s Arrival 2**

The moment Chloe’s words slipped from her lips, the atmosphere in the banquet hall shifted dramatically. Lillian’s hand shot out like a viper, landing a stinging slap across Chloe’s cheek. The sharp crack echoed through the opulent space, drawing the attention of every guest present, their conversations dying mid-sentence as shock rippled through the crowd.

“Mind your tongue,” Lillian hissed, her voice low but laced with venom. “If you dare to insult my mother again, I will ensure you regret it far more than this.”

Chloe, reeling from the sudden blow, clutched her face, her eyes blazing with a mixture of disbelief and fury. “You actually had the audacity to hit me?” she spat, her voice trembling with rage.

At that moment, Vivian and Henry rushed to the scene, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief.

Vivian’s gaze fell upon her daughter’s swollen cheek, tears brimming in her eyes as she took in the scene. “Lillian, this is going too far. Yes, I interfered in your parents’ marriage, but let’s be honest—they were never truly in love. If you need someone to blame for your mother’s pain, then direct all your fury at me.” Her voice quivered, a plea masked in desperation.

Henry’s face contorted with anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. What was meant to be a grand celebration had devolved into chaos, and the mere thought ignited a fire within him. “Lillian, what is it that you truly want? So much time has passed. Do you really need everyone to be buried under your mother’s shadow before you find satisfaction?”

With an unsettling calmness, Lillian picked up a napkin from the table, her fingers moving deliberately as she wiped them clean. “Don’t get so worked up, Henry. And Madam Vivian, don’t rush to shoulder the blame. Since I’m here today, let’s settle the score properly. Otherwise, you’ll all continue to think that the daughter of a so-called cheap woman is merely here to create havoc.” She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto the men in black who stood ominously behind her. “Begin.”

One of the men stepped forward, striding confidently to the stage. He plugged a flash drive into the computer, the device clicking ominously as it connected.

Henry’s voice sliced through the tension, sharp and demanding. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Lillian tossed the napkin aside, her expression inscrutable. “Worry not. This is a little gift I’ve prepared just for you. I assure you, it will be far more thrilling than anything you’ve ever encountered.”

Vivian’s face was a mask of panic, her hands clenched so tightly that the sound of her knuckles cracking echoed in the silence. She could feel the weight of the room’s collective gaze pressing down on her, each pair of eyes filled with anticipation and dread.

The exchange left the room in a state of shock, the air thick with disbelief. All eyes turned to Vivian, whose voice in the recording was a far cry from her usual soft-spoken demeanor; it was harsh, venomous, and laced with malice.

Henry’s expression morphed into one of disbelief. “What does this mean? I don’t understand. What did he mean by ‘the girl from back then has returned’?”

Vivian stammered, her words tumbling over one another in a frantic rush. “Henry, that wasn’t me. You have to believe me, it really wasn’t.”

The veins on Henry’s forehead bulged as he barked, “I’m asking you, what does that mean? Speak!”

His roar reverberated through the hall, leaving Vivian visibly shaken. “Henry, please, believe me, it truly wasn’t my voice. It wasn’t. Lillian set me up; she’s framing me!”

With a surge of indignation, she stumbled toward Lillian, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and desperation. “Why are you doing this to me? Why? Tell me, what’s your motive?”