He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 109

The moment those words were spoken, the camera flashes erupted at an unprecedented, maddening pace.

A shocking plot twist!

The Gauthier Group had framed their own daughter-in-law, colluding with outsiders to smear the gold medalist!

The color completely drained from Lyla's face. She stumbled backward, nearly collapsing.

Grant's body stiffened in his seat.

His father?

His father actually did this...

He looked at the woman on stage, protected behind Lucas, as a complex wave of emotions seized his heart.

Lucas turned to Sienna. "You're the victim here. How do you want to handle this?"

Sienna's gaze bypassed everyone and landed on Cillian Blackwood in the audience.

The man was still leaning lazily against the back of his chair, his long fingers tapping the armrest rhythmically. His predatory eyes watched the farce on stage with deep amusement, as if enjoying a highly entertaining play.

When Sienna's gaze met his, he raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Sienna suddenly moved.

She walked up to the Sawyer family. Looking at their ugly, tear-stained faces as they begged for mercy, her eyes remained entirely devoid of emotion.

"Please, Sienna, spare us!"

"We'll never do it again!"

She spoke softly, but her voice echoed clearly throughout the entire venue.

"I don't want to see them again."

Her gaze locked precisely onto the lazy man in the audience.

"Mr. Blackwood, they're all yours."

Cillian looked up, seemingly finding this incredibly amusing, and suddenly chuckled.

Then, he stood up unhurriedly and adjusted his cuffs. His impeccably tailored black suit didn't have a single wrinkle. With every step he took, it felt as though the very floor was parting to make way for him.

Kneeling on the ground, the trio completely broke down the second they saw Cillian.

She needed a permanent end to this.

Then, Cillian suddenly spoke up. "Handing three pieces of trash over to me... Ms. Sawyer, you should at least give me a reason."

His eyes were half-narrowed, resting on Sienna with a mocking, teasing smile.

Meeting his gaze, Sienna's expression was calm, devoid of any panic, and she spoke casually.

"The one who originally owed the debt was Samuel. I've changed my mind. I won't be paying it back for them."

Still kneeling on the floor, Samuel shuddered violently, his face turning as white as a sheet.

"For people like them who refuse to pay their debts, if you don't deal with them, Mr. Blackwood, I'm afraid people might start saying you're incompetent."

Cillian froze slightly, their eyes clashing in the air.

He had assumed this woman would show fear under his scrutiny—that she would dodge, that she would hesitate.

But she didn't.

She just stood there quietly, her back perfectly straight, her gaze so candid it was as if she didn't even know the meaning of the word 'fear'.