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The Billionaire's Last Obsession series 228 Summary At the grand banquet, Foster watched with pain as Sebastian openly displayed affection toward Lillian, a stark change from his usual cold demeanor. The lavish hall was filled with murmurs and surprise at Sebastian's unexpected presence, especially because he was accompanied by Lillian, whose ethereal beauty captivated everyone. Her quiet charm stood out among the guests, creating a striking contrast to the usual boldness seen at such events.

As Sebastian and Lillian entered, they were approached by Cary and Everly, the latter dressed elegantly and exuding confidence. The interaction quickly turned tense when Everly questioned Lillian's place beside Sebastian, implying disdain for her background. Lillian responded with sharp sarcasm, highlighting Everly's lack of grace despite her noble status. Sebastian firmly corrected Everly, asserting his fiancée's worth and rejecting any notion that she needed the Chris family's approval.

The confrontation escalated as Everly's disbelief and insults were met with cold, measured responses from Sebastian and pointed retorts from Lillian. Cary attempted to smooth over the situation, downplaying Everly's behavior, but the underlying conflict remained palpable. The scene revealed deep tensions between the characters, centered around status, identity, and loyalty, setting the stage for further turmoil at the banquet.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 228: Turmoil at the Banquet Foster stood at the edge of the grand hall, his eyes fixed on the pair who moved through the crowd with an unabashed display of affection. Each gesture, each touch between Sebastian and Lillian, felt like a brutal strike to his chest, as if he'd been punched repeatedly without mercy. Since the moment the boss had brought Ms. Sinclair into his life, there had been no shortage of public displays of love-everywhere, all the time.

It was as if Sebastian had flipped a switch, transforming from the cold, distant man everyone knew into someone almost unrecognizable. His subordinates whispered among themselves, half-joking that the man must have developed a second personality overnight, with no warning or transition. As Sebastian and Lillian stepped through the towering doors of the castle, the banquet hall unfolded before them in all its splendor, dripping with rich Murican elegance.

The walls were lined with intricate carvings, each detail painstakingly crafted, while golden highlights shimmered against bold, vibrant hues. The combination of colors and textures made the space feel both majestic and overwhelmingly luxurious. Small groups of guests clustered here and there, engaged in lively conversations, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Glasses clinked merrily, the deep red of wine catching the light as waiters weaved gracefully among the guests, balancing trays with practiced ease.

The scent of aged wine mingled with the faint aroma of polished wood and fresh flowers, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Yet, the moment Sebastian and Lillian entered, a hush swept across the room like a sudden gust of wind. Sebastian Whitmore was something of a legend among Europe's elite-a figure rarely seen at such gatherings. No one had expected him tonight, and the shock of his arrival rippled through the crowd. What caught everyone's breath, however, was the sight of him holding the hand of a young woman whose presence seemed almost otherworldly.

Lillian moved with an ethereal grace, her beauty unlike anything the guests had encountered before. She wasn't striking in the bold, sharp way that Western women often were; instead, she possessed a quiet, delicate charm, reminiscent of a mythical elf brought to life. Her features were soft yet captivating, radiating a unique allure that set her apart effortlessly. Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice broke the silence. "Mr. Whitmore, what an honor to have you here.

Forgive us for not welcoming you sooner." An older gentleman approached them with slow, deliberate steps, his demeanor commanding respect. Beside him stood Everly. Everly was breathtaking in a flowing crimson gown that hugged her figure like a second skin, the fishtail hem sweeping the floor elegantly. Her glossy curls had been artfully gathered to one side, cascading over her shoulder in voluminous waves. Her makeup was flawless, enhancing her delicate features and giving her an almost regal air.

Lillian's eyes briefly flicked toward the woman, and she couldn't help but acknowledge-Everly was stunning. It was no surprise that the old earl doted on his granddaughter so openly. Everly moved forward with a radiant smile, her voice smooth and sweet like honey. "Sebastian, I'm so pleased you came. I was beginning to fear you might not show." A chill ran down Lillian's spine, goosebumps prickling along her arms. She instinctively rubbed them, trying to shake off the sudden unease. Sebastian noticed immediately. "Are you cold?" he asked, concern lacing his tone.

Lillian turned her gaze briefly toward Everly, then tilted her head with a deliberate, sweet smile. "Sebastian, is this your older sister?" she asked, the question dripping with subtle irony. A shiver coursed through her, but she masked the disgust threatening to surface with practiced ease. Sebastian caught the sly glint in her eyes and didn't miss a beat. A faint smile curved his lips. "I don't have a sister that old," he said lightly. Then, his voice shifted, becoming colder as he addressed Everly. "To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, Miss Chris, I'd prefer if you called me Mr.

Whitmore. I wouldn't want my fiancée to get the wrong idea." "Fiancée?!" Everly's voice sliced through the room, sharp and incredulous, instantly drawing every eye toward them. Cary's gaze sharpened like a blade as he shot his granddaughter a warning look, but then softened it into a genial smile. "Everly has been spoiled by me, Mr. Whitmore. Please, don't take it personally. But your fiancée is unfamiliar to me. Which family does she belong to?" Though Cary already knew Lillian's identity, he feigned ignorance, playing the part of the curious elder.

Sebastian's expression softened as he looked at Lillian, a warm smile spreading across his face. "She's a girl I raised myself," he said casually. A collective gasp rose from the assembled guests, the room buzzing with surprise. Everly's face twisted in disbelief. "That's a lie," she snapped. "She's nothing but some nobody from a backwater place-an orphan with no lineage or status. There's no way you raised her." She couldn't comprehend why Sebastian would turn down a beneficial marriage alliance with her for a girl who had no power, no influence-absolutely nothing.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, sharp and cold as steel as they locked onto Everly. His voice was cutting, each word measured and icy enough to freeze the marrow. "And since when," he said slowly, "did my fiancée require the approval of the Chris household?" Cary's eyes flashed with a dark warning, but he quickly softened his expression and let out a hollow chuckle. "Mr. Whitmore, you misunderstand. Everly is young and impulsive. I hope you won't hold it against her." But Lillian was not about to let the slight pass unchallenged. She smiled coolly, her tone laced with biting sarcasm. "Ms.

Everly is an adult, a member of the Chris family, yet here you are, blurting out whatever you please in front of all these people. How enlightening. So this is what you call noble upbringing." "You-" Everly began, but Cary's sharp glare cut her off before she could continue. Conclusion The tension in the grand hall was palpable, a silent storm brewing beneath the veneer of elegance and refinement.

Sebastian and Lillian's united front against the subtle yet cutting provocations of Everly and her grandfather underscored the strength of their bond-one forged not by status or lineage, but by genuine connection and unwavering loyalty. Despite the whispers and judgments swirling around them, their love remained a quiet defiance, a testament to the power of choice over tradition. In this charged atmosphere, the chapter delicately explores themes of identity, acceptance, and the courage to stand firm against societal expectations.

As Sebastian and Lillian navigate the icy reception from Everly and the scrutinizing eyes of the elite, the fragile balance of power and pride is sure to be tested. The subtle yet biting exchanges hint at unresolved histories and unspoken rivalries that could ignite into more overt confrontations, challenging loyalties and revealing hidden facets of each character. Emotions will run high as Lillian's poised defiance meets Everly's sharp entitlement, setting the stage for a clash that might unravel carefully constructed facades.

Sebastian's role as protector and mediator will be crucial, but even his formidable presence may not be enough to shield Lillian from the undercurrents of jealousy and disdain. Readers can expect the atmosphere to grow more charged, with alliances shifting and secrets threatening to spill, all under the watchful gaze of the high society that both elevates and confines them. Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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