Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 649

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 649**

**Chapter 649: Nicholas**

Gray strode purposefully across the room, his frustration palpable as he snatched the newspaper from the table. With a swift and contemptuous motion, he hurled it directly at Nicholas’s face. “Impossible? Open your eyes and truly see what’s in front of you! You promised me it was foolproof, yet here we are, utterly humiliated! All of this is on you!” His voice dripped with disdain, echoing off the walls as he glared at Nicholas.

Nicholas, startled, quickly tore the paper open. His eyes were immediately drawn to the bold headline that screamed: **CR Medical Exchange Conference, Dracovia Wins First Round by Landslide.** The accompanying photograph captured Ivan’s grim expression as he exited the venue, a moment that was steeped in irony and embarrassment for Nicholas.

“How could this happen? How is this even possible?” Nicholas muttered to himself, his mind racing. “I dedicated countless hours to developing this… how could it be countered so effortlessly? No, something isn’t right.” His thoughts spiraled as he tried to comprehend the turn of events.

Gray leaned back, a smug grin creeping onto his face. “Well? Do you finally believe it? What else do you have to say for yourself?” His tone was mocking, relishing in Nicholas’s turmoil.

Nicholas’s brow knitted together as he immersed himself in thought. After a tense pause, he finally asked, “When did you administer that drug to the competitor?”

“Yesterday, just before they entered the arena. Why? Is there an issue with that?” Gray replied, irritation lacing his words.

Suddenly, a light flickered in Nicholas’s mind. “Ah, I see now. My mistake for not clarifying. This particular drug requires a full day for its effects to take hold. You administered it right before he went in, so naturally, it didn’t work as intended. Still, for those old Dracovian men to have anticipated that… it’s rather impressive.”

Gray interjected, “It wasn’t the old men; it was a little girl.”

“A little girl?” Nicholas echoed, his confusion evident.

Gray handed over a file from the desk, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. “A little brat named Lilian.”

Nicholas nodded, his demeanor turning respectful. “Yes, I understand. I’ll make it happen.”

As night fell, the scene shifted to the basement of a villa, an eerie silence enveloping the dimly lit space. It was sparsely furnished, containing only a worn sofa, a row of cabinets, and a bare bed. On the bed lay a man, his chest bare, appearing almost lifeless, his complexion a ghastly shade of cyanotic. The only sign of life was the faint rise and fall of his chest, which could easily be mistaken for that of a corpse.

Nicholas rummaged through the cabinets, his hands moving with urgency. After what felt like an eternity, he finally retrieved a small black bottle. With determined steps, he approached the bed and forced the pills from the bottle into the man’s mouth.

Moments later, the man’s eyes shot open, wide with terror. He began to tremble violently, his face turning a deep crimson as panic set in. His hands clawed at his throat, as if he were battling an unseen force, enduring an excruciating agony that was almost palpable.

**Chapter 650: The Exchange Conference**