Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 606

**Chapter 606: Laney’s Ending 6**

Laney’s heart raced with terror, a visceral fear gripping her as she shouted, “Lilian, let me go! Did you hear me? I said let me go!” Her voice cracked, desperation lacing her words, but it was evident that her feeble attempts to escape were nothing more than a child’s struggle against a force far greater. Lilian, unyielding and resolute, dragged her down the staircase with ease, each step echoing in the dimly lit corridor.

As they descended, the curious glances of onlookers pierced through Laney like daggers. Their whistles and jeers filled the air, a cacophony of mockery that made her skin crawl. The vibrant energy of the dance floor below came to an abrupt halt; all eyes were glued to the spectacle unfolding before them. Laney felt a flush of humiliation wash over her, her exposed skin a stark contrast to the lavish surroundings.

With a sudden, forceful shove, Lilian tossed Laney into the center of the dance floor, her grip tightening in Laney’s hair, forcing her to face the crowd. “What do you think?” Lilian taunted, her voice dripping with malice. “Are you pleased with this little show? After all, it was your brilliant idea. The effect is simply marvelous, wouldn’t you agree? I’m quite satisfied.”

Laney’s gaze swept over the crowd, their eyes filled with derision and amusement. Anger bubbled within her, and she spat out defiantly, “Lilian, you’d better let me go this instant, or I swear I’ll make you regret this!”

Lilian’s laughter was sharp and mocking. “Is that so?” she replied, her tone challenging. “Then enlighten me on how you plan to make me regret it. Right now, I want you to have that so-called boyfriend of yours send Isabelle and Elsie over. Otherwise, I can’t promise what I might do next.”

A smirk crept onto Laney’s lips, a flicker of defiance igniting within her. “Oh, Lilian, you’re so capable, aren’t you? If you’re that good, why don’t you go find them yourself?” Her words dripped with sarcasm, a thin veil over her rising dread.

In an instant, Lilian’s demeanor shifted. She seized Laney by the throat, her grip like iron. “It seems you’re not cooperating,” she said with a chilling calmness. “Let’s change the game, shall we?” With that, she produced a small pill from her pocket, her eyes glinting with wicked intent as she forced it into Laney’s mouth.

Before Laney could comprehend what was happening, the pill slid down her throat, an unwelcome intruder. Panic surged through her. “What did you give me? What did you just give me?” she gasped, her hands clawing at her throat as if she could somehow expel the substance.

Lilian released her grip and stood back, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she casually wiped her fingers with a napkin. “Oh, just a little something special,” she replied, her voice laced with satisfaction. “No less potent than that neurotoxin you’re so fond of. In less than five minutes, you’ll feel a searing pain in your abdomen, and then it will spread, slowly, torturously. Your entire body will writhe in agony, and you’ll beg for death, only to find it forever out of reach. I’m curious to see just how long you, Laney, can endure this.”

Desperation clawed at Laney’s heart. “No, you won’t! You’re lying! I don’t believe you!” she cried, shaking her head, but doubt gnawed at her resolve.

With unsteady legs, Laney trudged forward, entering a private booth where she discovered a concealed door. She pushed it open, revealing a long, winding staircase that descended into darkness.

As they ventured down the stairs, the atmosphere shifted, the air thick with smoke and the sounds of raucous laughter and shouts. Lilian was taken aback; she had never anticipated that a casino lay hidden beneath the bar.

Upon reaching the bottom, Lilian pushed open the door to a booth, and the occupants turned to stare, surprise etched on their faces. Among them was Jake, his expression shifting from shock to something unreadable.

“Lilian!” a woman’s voice cried out, breaking the tension.

Lilian turned her head sharply and found Elsie in the corner, clutching an unconscious Isabelle. Elsie’s cheeks were flushed and swollen, her hair a tangled mess, and she looked utterly defeated. Isabelle lay limp, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them.