Remorse After Breaking Up

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

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“Sebastian, you bastard, I’m going to kill you!” Lionel roared. His rage boiled over as he saw Sebastian holding Lillian and taunting him.

Lionel rose to his feet, ready to confront Sebastian, but has secretary quickly intervened. “Mr. Lionel, please calm down. Do you want to defy the God of War’s orders?

The mention of the God of War doused Lionel’s flames in a single sentence.

Sebastian’s bold defiance was something Lionel knew he could not emulate without risking death.

“Sebastian, your days are numbered. When darkness falls, I’dismantle you plece by piece, only then will my hatred be appeased,” Lionel vowed with cold finality.

Elijah was incensed as he witnessed the scene “Lillian! Have some shamel sitting on a man’s lap in public, huh?”

Lillian Instinctively tried to rise, but Sebastian held her tightly, keeping her seated.

Unfazed, Sebastian locked eyes with Elijah. “She’s my woman. What’s wrong with her sitting on my lap?”

“You and Lillian are divorced, you have no right to hold her now. Let her go,” Elijah commanded.

“That’s right, let go of my daughter!” Roman and Evelyn echoed forcefully.

Sebastian responded with a cold defiance, “Are you all daft? Lillian and I signed a divorce agreement, but we haven’t filed it yet. Legally, she’s still my wife. So stop whining about me holding

her. Even if we were to get a room right now, it’s still none of your business,”

Elijah and the others were left seething with fury, steam practically coming out of their ears. Yet, they were powerless to intervene.

Lionel’s fury burned hotter than any of theirs. Just two days prior, he’d announced that he would name Lord Wavebreaker as his godfather and get engaged to Lillian.

Now, his dreams lay shattered, replaced by the humiliation of seeing the woman he loved in another man’s embrace.

Despite their anger, they were forced to kneel obediently on the ground, waiting for nightfall when they could finally stand and seek their revenge.

Oblivious to the storm brewing around him, Sebastian bellowed, “Where’s the waiter? It’s well past mealtime, get us some food?”

Lionel’s temper flared again. “This banquet was prepared for Lord Wavebreaker, and now that he has left, and with all of us still kneeling here, you dare speak of food?”

“That’s right, if you just kneel quietly with us, maybe Lord Wavebreaker might spare you and grant you an easy death,” another voice added.

One by one, prople chided Sebastian, especially those who harbored old grievances against him.

Sebastian responded with disdain, “Cowards, all of you Just a word from someone else and you kneel, too scared to move, without any guts at all. You’re all useless.”

“Damn, this guy is infuriating. I’m going to chop him up after dark,” someone added.

“He is driving me crazy, I swear I won’t rest until he’s cut into a thousand pieces!” another declared.

Sebastian’s taunts fanned the flames of their fury. They seethed, gnashing their teeth, each man wishing he could rip him apart then and there.

Lillian massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on

Lihan knew further persuasion was pointless. Sebastian had managed to offend a staggering number of powerful figures, and with nightfall approaching, their vengeance was all but assured.

Even though Sebastian was a formidable fighter, he was still just one man against many, outnumbered and overwhelmed. The situation seemed dire

Escape was a dead end either. The hotel was undoubtedly swarming with bodyguards and hitmen. No miracle could save them.

All Lillian desired now was to be by his side, to share these final moments of happiness.

“Enough talk, I’m thirsty and hungry. Why hasn’t the food been served yet? Sebastian asked, his annoyance evident Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“You’ve offended Lord Wavebreaker and so many others. Who would dare serve you food? Your next meal will be served in hell!” jordan scoffed.

No sooner had Jordan’s words fallen than Natale approached with a team of waitstaff, each bearing an explsitely prepared dish.

The food was as pleasing to the eye as it was likely to be to the palate.

“Natalie, you’re going against all of us by doing this. Have you thought about the consequences?” Lionel challenged her sternly.

“Threats don’t sway me. This is my hotel, and I dictate the rules within these walls,” Natalie retorted confidently.

Lionel and the others seethed, but their scoldings were powerless against Natalie’s unwavering resolve.

The food was delectable, and the wine was a century–old vintage, the finest the hotel had to offer.

With one arm around Lilian, Sebastian sipped his wine and couldn’t resist boasting, “A beautiful woman by my side, exquisite wine on my tongue, and a room full of people kneeling before me– even the king couldn’t have had it better.”