Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 77

For a brief moment, Yulia’s face flickered with uncertainty, but she quickly masked it, her tone reverting to a soft, almost sweet cadence. “It doesn’t really matter,” she murmured. “As long as you’re out of the way, I’m certain Jeremy will come back to me.”

She then produced a small spray bottle, fixing Lilian with a piercing gaze. “Do you recognize this?” she asked, her voice low and steady. “It’s the drug I slipped into your wine earlier. That was only the beginning. On its own, it’s harmless. But with this spray… that’s when the real changes start.” Without hesitation, she sprayed Lilian several times, the mist catching the dim light.

Lilian’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. “You really believe that’ll affect me?” she challenged, her eyes gleaming with defiance.

Yulia’s smile twisted into something far more sinister, the sweetness completely wiped away. “Absolutely,” she said, her voice cold and sharp. “I know how formidable you are. That’s why I paid a fortune for this—something crafted especially for you. Surprised? You think you’re beautiful? Let me ask you: what will Jeremy do when your face is ruined beyond recognition?”

As expected, the scene unfolded exactly as Lilian had anticipated. Only a woman truly understands the deepest fears of another woman.

But the charade had lasted long enough. A burning sensation began to creep through Lilian’s head, her vision blurring at the edges. She cursed under her breath, frustration rising.

Yulia turned sharply toward the men dressed in black behind her, her voice icy and commanding. “Begin.”

The men stepped forward, and Lilian sneered with contempt. “Are you sure these guys can handle me?” she taunted, raising her unbound hands slowly.

Yulia blinked in disbelief. “You—when did you get free?”

Lilian’s voice was crisp and cold. “What do you think?” Without warning, she lunged at them, her movements lightning-fast and precise. Within seconds, all the men lay groaning on the floor, defeated before they could even mount a defense.

Confident, Lilian strode over the fallen bodies, her gaze fixed on Yulia, who now looked pale and trembling.

Yulia stumbled backward, her fear palpable. “W-what are you doing?”

A razor-sharp smile spread across Lilian’s lips. “What do you think?” she said, flicking a pill into Yulia’s open mouth.

She removed the memory card from the hidden camera with steady hands and turned to leave.

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But the drug’s effects were spreading rapidly. Her steps grew unsteady, her mind swirling in a haze. The purification water she had brought with her had been discarded by those men earlier, leaving her no option but to fight the poison with sheer willpower.

She considered acupuncture to steady herself, but her hands shook too violently to attempt it. Resigned, she clenched her teeth and drew a blade from her belt. With a sharp motion, she sliced her own arm. The sudden, searing pain shot through her nerves like lightning, clearing her foggy mind just enough to keep moving forward.

Sweat dripped down her forehead as she staggered through the darkness, unsure how far she had traveled. Then, in the distance, she caught the unmistakable sound of a helicopter’s blades cutting through the night air.

The noise grew louder, more distinct, until finally, she spotted it: a chopper hovering above a nearby clearing, descending slowly toward the ground.