Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 673

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession Series 673**
**Chapter 673: Heading to Solara**

Karina’s tone was unambiguous as she stated, “Yes, that’s what’s being rumored outside.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

Lilian’s brow furrowed deeply, a sign of her growing frustration. She rose from her seat, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor echoing in the otherwise silent room. With determination, she reached for her coat hanging on the rack, its fabric cool against her fingers. “I need to leave now. You two can manage the company matters without me,” she declared, her voice firm as she strode toward the exit, the urgency of her situation propelling her forward.

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**Back to Solara**

As Lilian stepped outside the imposing office building, the crisp air hit her face. Unno, who had been waiting by the car, noticed her immediately and hurried toward her. “Miss, where do you need to go now?” he asked, concern etched in his features. Given her recent daily visits to the company, Sebastian had assigned Unno to accompany her for her safety and convenience.

“I need to get to Solara right away. Take me to the airport,” Lilian replied, her voice leaving no room for debate as she slid into the back seat of the car.

Unno hesitated for a brief moment before joining her in the vehicle, his mind racing with questions. “Does the Boss know?” he inquired, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.

Lilian shook her head, her expression tight with anxiety. “I haven’t informed him yet. I’ll reach out to him shortly,” she assured him, though her heart raced with the weight of unspoken concerns.

Seeing the urgency etched on her face, Unno chose not to press further. He started the car and sped toward the airport, the city blurring past them in a rush of color and light.

As Lilian fumbled with her phone, her fingers trembling slightly, she dialed Sebastian’s number. The call connected swiftly, and his familiar voice broke through the tension. “Lilian, finished with work?” he asked, his tone casual yet somehow knowing.

“I need to go to Solara. Something has happened to Natalie, and I must check on her. I thought you should know,” she replied, her voice steady but laced with concern.

Immediately, Sebastian’s tone shifted to one of seriousness. “I’ll accompany you. I don’t feel comfortable with you going alone,” he insisted, his protective instincts kicking in.

Lilian felt a wave of frustration wash over her. “There’s no need for that. You have so much on your plate at the company. You know that ordinary people can’t hurt me,” she countered, her resolve firm.

“Just be careful on the way. We’ll see each other tonight,” he said after a moment of contemplation, his voice softening before he hung up.

Lilian stared at her phone, an unsettling feeling creeping into her gut. Something felt off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

After what felt like an eternity, the two-hour flight finally came to an end, and the plane touched down in Solara.

As she stepped out of the airport, the familiar voice of Jill rang out, cutting through the din of the bustling terminal. “Lilian, over here!”

Lilian turned to see Jill standing next to a sleek black car, her tall frame accentuated by a new, chic short haircut. The transformation in Jill’s demeanor was striking; the once elegant girl now radiated confidence and capability. Yet, the evidence of distress was clear in her swollen eyes, a painful reminder of the circumstances.

Jill rushed toward her, enveloping her in a tight embrace, her voice thick with emotion. “Lilian, you’re finally here! I was so worried,” she said, her words spilling out in a rush.

Lilian gently patted Jill’s back, offering comfort. “It’s alright. I’m here now. Natalie will be fine,” she reassured, though a part of her felt the weight of uncertainty.

Once they settled into the car, it took off, weaving through the streets until they arrived at a villa complex. The car came to a halt in front of a grand villa.

The moment the vehicle stopped, Jill leaped out and pounded on the doorbell, her urgency palpable. A middle-aged woman opened the door, her expression a mix of annoyance and concern. “Why are you here again? Our Miss just took her medicine and is resting. She’s not seeing anyone,” she said, her tone sharp.

“Just open the door first. Whether she sees me or not is up to her. If she’s truly resting, I’ll wait until she wakes up,” Jill insisted, her voice firm as she stood her ground.