Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 633

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 633**
**CONTENT: Chapter 633 The Medical Exchange Conference 1**

In that pivotal moment at Empire Group, the atmosphere in the office was thick with focus.

The man, a figure of authority, sat behind his sleek, polished desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he meticulously sifted through a stack of documents. Each page held the weight of decisions that could impact countless lives, and he approached this task with a seriousness that spoke to his character.

Standing quietly to the side was Foster, his loyal assistant, who had learned to read the room and the man’s moods like an open book. He waited patiently, the silence punctuated only by the soft rustle of paper and the occasional creak of the chair.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the stillness.

Foster’s attention snapped to his own device, and upon seeing the caller ID, he spoke softly, almost as if not to disturb the man’s concentration. “Sir, it’s Elsie calling.”

With a deep, resonant voice that carried authority, the man replied, “Answer it.”

As the call connected, Elsie’s voice came through, direct and urgent. “Is your boss there?”

Foster hesitated, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. “Is there something you need from our Sir?” he inquired, sensing the urgency in her tone.

Without beating around the bush, Elsie responded, “Lilian promised Paul she would attend the CR Medical Exchange Conference, but it’s starting tomorrow, and we can’t seem to locate her anywhere. Our principal is so anxious he’s about to explode. If your boss knows where she is, could he help us get in touch?”

The man, sensing the gravity of the situation, took the phone from Foster’s hands. “You tell Paul that since Lilian agreed to attend, she will definitely return in time.”

Elsie’s eyes darted to Paul, who was leaning in, clearly invested in the conversation. “Did you hear that, Paul? He said since Lilian promised, she’ll definitely be back. So you can set your mind at ease,” she relayed, trying to calm his nerves.

Paul let out a long, deep sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Alright. We’ll wait a bit longer then,” he conceded, though the worry still lingered in his eyes.

“I have already made all the necessary preparations for this conference,” the man in black stated, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “The higher-ups have only one requirement for you: you must win. No other outcomes will be permitted.”

An older gentleman, his face lined with experience, responded with confidence, “Rest assured, this time we will definitely show those Dracovian wastes the true skill of Radovia.”

Another elder chimed in, “Exactly. With Noah’s skill level, he poses no threat to us. Besides, he insists on focusing on ‘general medicine.’ Hmph. How can those relics left by their ancestors compare to our advancements? Jorge has decent skills, but his thinking is too rigid and inflexible. In medicine, that is the greatest taboo. He is not a threat.”

The men continued to exchange thoughts, their voices rising and falling like the ebb and flow of a tide.

Impatience flickered across the face of the man in black. “That’s enough. I do not want to hear about your past failures. What I demand is a complete victory at this conference. There is no room for error. This includes the student group. Tell them to win, using every means necessary.”

“Yes, we understand,” the elderly men replied, their voices respectful, but the tension in the air was palpable. They knew the stakes were high, and the pressure to succeed weighed heavily upon them.