Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812 George’s Rage

Chapter 812 George’s Rage

After leaving the Mildew ancestral estate, George leaned back against the car seat and rubbed his throbbing temples. He had initially thought she was just a woman, a simple bargaining chip, but the sheer scale of the resulting chaos was far beyond his expectations. Everything was spiraling out of control.

“Where to, sir?” the driver asked cautiously.

George remained silent for a moment, his gaze turning predatory. “To the base.”

“Understood.” The driver spun the steering wheel, and the car veered off toward a different sector of the city.

At the research base.

Seeing George enter, Lynette hurried over with a practiced, charming smile. “You’re back, sir.”

George shot her a cold look. “How has the girl been these past few days?”

A flicker of resentment crossed Lynette’s eyes, but she masked it quickly with a smile. “Don’t worry. What could she possibly do here? She spends every waking hour in the lab running experiments.”

“Good. I’ve heard enough,” George said curtly before heading straight for the laboratory.

Inside the lab, Lillian was staring intently at the chemical reaction occurring in her glassware. This solution was the key to her escape. It had taken a Herculean effort to gather the necessary ingredients, and she couldn’t afford a single mistake.

As the seconds ticked by, the liquid began to react, bubbling steadily as its color shifted from a dull white to a vibrant blue. A flash of triumph lit up Lillian’s eyes.

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hall. Lillian’s expression went cold as she glanced toward the door, cursing under her breath. Of all the times to show up, it has to be now. Just my luck.

She moved with lightning speed, sweeping her specialized equipment into her storage space and restoring the workbench to its original state.

The lab door swung open just as she finished. Lynette walked in, followed by a grim–faced George.

Lynette’s brow furrowed as she sniffed the air. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “Why is there a scent of perchloric acid in here?”

Lillian offered a mocking sneer. “Please, don’t try to show off your ‘intelligence‘ in front of me. The chemical you’re referring to is colorless and odorless. If you’re trying to impress your boss with your expertise, you’ve picked the wrong target.”

“You!” Lynette’s face contorted with rage.

“Enough,” George said impatiently. “Get out. I need to speak with her alone.”

Lynette stomped her foot in frustration but turned and left the room.

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