He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 111

After the awards ceremony concluded, the noisy crowd receded like a tide, leaving behind a messy venue and the lingering electricity of excitement in the air.

Hunter Hale put away her phone, a victorious smile stretching across her face. "Sienna, all the negative trending topics have been cleared. Lyla Lennox's plagiarism and the Gauthier family's smear campaign are completely dominating the top ten headlines."

Sienna Sawyer nodded, looking between her and Lucas Lowery. "Thank you both."

Lucas smiled warmly. "We aren't just partners, we're friends. Helping each other is a given."

"Agreed!"

After wrapping up the final details, the three were about to leave when Grant Gauthier suddenly chased after them.

But before he could even get close, another hand gripped his sleeve in a death hold.

Lyla Lennox had appeared beside him out of nowhere. Her makeup was ruined, tears mixing with her foundation to carve ugly, streaky ravines down her face.

Her eyes were red and swollen as she looked up at him pitifully.

"Grant, I didn't mean to use those drafts to frame her. I did it all to win Hunter Hale over for you."

"I didn't know things would turn out like this, I really didn't..."

Lyla repeated her pale, weak excuses, tears falling one after another as her grip tightened on his arm.

She thought it would be just like the old days, that every time she cried, Grant's heart would soften.

She expected him to frown, pull her into his arms, wipe away her tears, and hurl even crueler words at Sienna to prove his unwavering bias.

She thought this time would be exactly the same.

But Grant looked down at the hand clutching his sleeve, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Let go."

The two words dropped like heavy lead.

Lyla froze.

She looked up at him in absolute disbelief. The face she had known intimately for years had completely lost its usual indulgence and pity.

"Grant... what did you say?" Her voice trembled, tears still clinging to her cheeks, entirely unable to believe her own ears.

Grant pulled his arm back without a shred of sympathy. "Lyla, you really disappointed me today."

"One day, I will make you wish you were dead!"

...

Outside the venue, the night wind carried a biting chill.

"The PR department has a few final details to iron out, I need to head over there personally." Hunter checked her phone, her tone urgent. "Mr. Lowery, I'm leaving Sienna in your hands."

"Don't worry."

After seeing Hunter off, Lucas opened the passenger door of his black Maybach for Sienna.

The warm light from inside the car spilled out, illuminating the sharp, handsome contours of his profile.

Just as Sienna was about to step inside, a sudden shadow loomed over her.

Grant rushed over, slamming one hand against the car door to block her path.

He had run so fast that his tie was askew and his perfectly styled hair was a mess. His chest heaved heavily as his dark eyes locked onto Sienna.