Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 634

**Chapter 634: Leonard’s Secret**

After a brief moment of silence, the man cloaked in black retrieved a small, dark bottle from the depths of his pocket, its surface glistening ominously under the dim light. He extended it towards one of his companions, his voice low and deliberate. “Tomorrow morning, ensure this reaches that individual. No matter the advancements in Dracovia’s medical capabilities or the weight of their historical legacy, I refuse to entertain the notion that they can provide a remedy for this.”

The old man nodded solemnly as he accepted the bottle, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

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On Wyvern Hill, a serene yet tense atmosphere enveloped the courtyard where Lilian and Leonard were engaged in a game of chess. The clinking of the pieces echoed softly, while Fenton, their ever-dutiful attendant, moved about, refilling their cups with steaming tea. The aroma wafted through the air, bringing a comforting warmth that contrasted sharply with the chill of the winter landscape beyond.

Leonard, his brow furrowed in concentration, placed a stone on the board with a decisive click. “You’ve been sequestered on this mountain for quite some time now. When do you intend to return to the world below?” He glanced at Lilian, curiosity mingling with a hint of concern.

Lilian, her expression serene yet thoughtful, delicately placed a black stone with her slender fingers. “The CR Medical Exchange Conference is scheduled for tomorrow. I made a promise to Paul that I would attend, so I must return today.”

“The CR conference,” Leonard echoed, his hand freezing mid-motion, his expression sharpening as if a light had flickered on in his mind. “Isn’t that the event held with Radovia every three years?”

Lilian met his gaze, a hint of surprise lighting up her features. “Yes. How did you know about it?”

Leonard, momentarily distracted, tossed the stone he had been holding into the box beside him. Rising to his feet, he turned his eyes toward the horizon, lost in a sea of memories. “Because I once participated in it.”

“What?” Lilian’s voice was a mixture of astonishment and intrigue. “You were a participant too?”

Seeing Leonard’s reluctance to delve deeper, Lilian chose not to press further. She understood that some wounds ran too deep to be reopened, and she would find out what she needed to know when the time was right.

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The following day dawned bright and crisp, heralding the start of the triennial CR Medical Exchange Conference at the grand Kingston Auditorium.

The event garnered extensive media coverage, with reporters gathering outside the auditorium from the early hours, their excitement palpable in the air.

A luxurious red carpet unfurled from the entrance, leading the way into the heart of the event, a symbol of the prestige and anticipation surrounding the gathering.