Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 575

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 575**

Karina’s expression softened as she reached out, her fingers delicately brushing through Lillian’s hair. “You know why this hurts so much, Lillian? It’s because you love him. You’ve poured your entire heart into him. In this chaotic journey we call life, it’s a rare treasure to find someone you truly adore. Don’t let fear take hold—heaven has already placed you in the crucible of suffering, and it won’t allow you to endure this pain indefinitely.”

“I know,” Lillian murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet laden with the weight of her turmoil.

With a measured movement, Karina slid a file folder across the polished table, the sound of it cutting through the heavy silence. “Here’s the material you requested—the necessary paperwork for the lawsuit,” she said, her tone steady but laced with concern.

Lillian accepted the folder, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened it and began to skim through the documents within. Each page felt like a confirmation of her resolve, a step closer to reclaiming her autonomy.

After a moment of silence, Karina hesitated, her brow furrowing with worry. “Are you absolutely certain about this? After all… he’s still your—”

With a swift motion, Lillian tucked the papers back into the folder, her voice icy yet unwavering. “Karina, once the arrow leaves the bow, there’s no turning back. He and I—there’s nothing left between us. From the moment he declared me dead, our connection was irrevocably severed. I refuse to waver now.”

Karina let out a soft sigh, her heart aching for her friend. She was merely an observer in the tumultuous saga of the Sinclair family, unable to fully grasp the depth of Lillian’s anguish. All she could do was stand resolutely by her side. “I understand. So, what’s our next move?”

A cold, calculating smile flickered across Lillian’s lips, a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. “I’ve already instructed Ryan to prepare for the acquisition of Sinclair Group. Now, we wait. The moment they can no longer hold out, they will come to us. That’s when we strike. The initiative will be ours.”

Karina nodded, a sense of determination igniting within her. “All right. I’ll follow your lead, no matter what it takes.”

The two women continued their conversation, the shadows of dusk creeping in around them, until they finally parted ways, each carrying the weight of their shared resolve.

In the days that followed, the scandal surrounding Sinclair Group and the alleged theft of the Skyreach Group formula escalated dramatically. The company’s stock price plummeted, spiraling into a free fall that sent shockwaves through the market. Enraged shareholders congregated outside the headquarters, their voices a cacophony of demands for accountability. The board of directors had issued a final warning, the tension thick in the air.

At the entrance of Sinclair Group, Henry found himself besieged by a throng of reporters, their questions sharp and relentless:

Henry slumped onto the sofa, loosening his tie, exhaustion etched deep into his features.

Morgan descended the stairs slowly, his eyes narrowing as he took in the haggard appearance of his son. “Skyreach Group still hasn’t made a move?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Henry shook his head, bitterness lacing his tone. “No. Father, what does this mean? They set the trap, yet they refuse to step forward. Why are they waiting?”

Morgan settled onto the sofa opposite him, the weight of the situation palpable. “It means they’re waiting for you to approach them. The power rests in their hands. These headlines don’t harm them, but each passing day further crushes Sinclair Group.”

“You mean I should initiate contact with them first?” Henry asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“Exactly,” Morgan replied firmly, resolve shining in his eyes. “Make the necessary arrangements. Tomorrow, I will accompany you to Skyreach Group. I want to see firsthand what their true intentions are.”