Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 639

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 639**
**CONTENT: Chapter 639 The Competition 3**

The tension in the air was palpable, even for those watching from the comfort of their homes. The crowd, glued to their screens, could hardly breathe as they awaited the outcome of the competition.

At the Hawk family residence, Ashley paced anxiously, her brow furrowed in concern. “Lilian’s medical skills are truly remarkable,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. “Why isn’t she stepping up? And look at Mr. Jorge and the others… they’re just sitting there, doing nothing! What if the other team finishes treating their patient while we’re still sitting idle? This is a disaster waiting to happen!”

Laura, equally perplexed, nodded in agreement, her expression mirroring Ashley’s unease.

Mr. Geo, however, wore a calm smile, his demeanor unruffled by the mounting tension. “Relax, ladies. That little girl is sharper than you think. When have you ever seen her stand by without taking action? They’re waiting for something, though we may not fully grasp what it is just yet,” he reassured them, his voice steady and confident.

Meanwhile, at the Sinclair family villa, the atmosphere was far less supportive. Henry leaned back in his chair, a sneer curling his lips. “With skills like that, she dares to make a fool of herself? And in front of the entire nation, no less. If you lack the ability, why seek the limelight? It’s embarrassing for me to even watch,” he scoffed, his disdain evident.

Chloe, perched beside him, chimed in mockingly, “She really thinks that just because she got into Capital University’s medical school, she’s a renowned doctor now. She doesn’t even recognize her own limitations, daring to compete against the Radovians. It’s laughable; she’s completely overestimating her abilities.”

Morgan, who had been quietly observing, let out a cold snort. “What does this have to do with either of you? Henry, your surname is Sinclair; hers is Harrington. If she faces embarrassment, it’s hers to bear. And you,” he shot a glare at Chloe, “you think she’s overestimating herself? At least she was chosen to participate. You’re so capable, yet they didn’t invite you. Spare us the charade.”

The old man’s words hung in the air, silencing the two as they exchanged glances, their previous bravado deflating.

At Empire Group, Sebastian’s demeanor was relaxed, his obsidian eyes fixed intently on the girl displayed on the screen. A soft, affectionate expression graced his face, betraying his deep concern for her.

Foster, standing just behind him, couldn’t contain his anxiety any longer. “Why isn’t Miss Lilian trying to find a solution? The other side has already made their move! If this keeps up, aren’t we setting ourselves up for failure?” he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

“Relax about that little fox,” Sebastian replied in his deep, resonant voice, oozing confidence. “She’s not one to let herself fall behind. Trust me, she’s got something up her sleeve.”

Meanwhile, at Capital University, the students were a bundle of nerves, their eyes glued to the screen, anxiety palpable in the air.

Ivan shot back coldly, “I’d like to see how long you can maintain this stubborn act.”

As the treatment time dwindled, the Radovian team was already conducting final checks on their patient, measuring his temperature and blood pressure with precision.

Just then, a staff member rushed in, carrying a box. Noah swiftly took it from him, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Lilian and her team, sensing the urgency, hurried toward their patient, determination etched on their faces.

The audience, though still confused, began to lose hope. With only ten minutes remaining, the competition was almost at its end. Even if she possessed extraordinary abilities, it seemed that time was no longer on their side.

Ivan, witnessing the unfolding situation, couldn’t help but wear a cold, triumphant smirk.