Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 607

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 607**
**Chapter 607: Laney’s Ending 7**

Lilian’s fury erupted as she viciously yanked Lancy’s hair, her voice dripping with pain and disbelief. “You are something else, Laney. I truly underestimated your capabilities.” The words escaped her lips like venom, laced with a mixture of admiration and disdain.

Jake’s brow furrowed, his voice sharp and demanding, “What the hell is happening here? Weren’t you supposed to handle her?” His frustration simmered just beneath the surface, a storm ready to unleash.

With a contemptuous flick of her wrist, Lilian hurled Laney to the ground, her gaze locking onto Jake with a chilling coldness. “I’ve let you down, haven’t I? I didn’t succumb to the poison your master so generously provided. I can only imagine how disappointed you must be.” The satisfaction in her tone was palpable, a twisted pleasure in revealing her defiance.

“You knew all along,” Jake replied, his voice devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him.

A sinister smile crept across Lilian’s lips, a bloodthirsty glint igniting her eyes. “Exactly. Your master must have had quite the time finding such a foolish pawn. It seems today will not end well for you.” The satisfaction in her voice was unmistakable, a dark triumph over her adversary.

“Is that so?” Jake scoffed, a sneer curling his lips. “I admit, I underestimated you. But since you managed to evade the poison, I think it’s time we make you pay.” He turned to the men clad in black standing by his side, a cold command escaping him. “Bring her in alive. It matters little whether she’s breathing or not.”

At his words, the men surged forward, a pack of wolves ready to pounce on their prey. In a flash, Lilian snatched a fruit knife from a nearby table, her fingers wrapping around the handle with determination. She infused the blade with her spiritual energy, striking with a precision that was both ruthless and deadly.

Jake watched in astonishment, his mind racing. He had never anticipated that this girl possessed such formidable skills. The disparity between his previous investigations and the fierce warrior before him was staggering.

Lilian’s movements grew increasingly fluid, her speed a blur as she engaged her attackers. Each strike was more ruthless than the last, the fierce light in her eyes a reflection of her unwavering spirit.

Meanwhile, in the bar, Sebastian and Eric had arrived, flanked by their loyal men. The chaos Lilian had unleashed still lingered in the air, the crowd buzzing with confusion as they huddled in small groups, whispering about the unfolding drama.

Foster seized a bystander, demanding information. “What’s happening? Where’s Ms. Lilian?”

“She went to the basement with Laney,” the man stammered, his eyes wide with fear.

With a blank expression, Lilian pushed him away, her focus shifting to a dark corner of the room.

It was only then that the crowd noticed two other figures huddled in the shadows. Gasps of horror rippled through the onlookers as they took in the dire situation. One girl was barely conscious, her face so swollen it was almost unrecognizable, while another lay motionless beside her, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Lilian knelt beside Elsie, her heart racing. “How are you feeling?” she asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elsie’s eyes glistened with tears as she cried out, “Lilian, you have to check on Isabelle! She took so many hits to save me. She just coughed up a lot of blood!” Panic laced her words, urgency fueling her desperation.

Lilian’s voice trembled with determination. “It’s going to be alright. Trust me, I’ll make sure Isabelle is okay.” She pressed her fingers against Isabelle’s pulse, her gaze filled with anxiety as she assessed the situation. As she suspected, a ruptured spleen. Time was of the essence; immediate surgery was imperative.

“How is she?” Elsie asked, her voice quaking with fear, her eyes searching Lilian’s for reassurance.