He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 156

Hearing this, Sienna actually let out a soft laugh.

The sound was as light as a passing breeze, yet it made Lyla's chest tighten with inexplicable dread.

"Satisfied?" Sienna gracefully set her water glass down.

The heavy base clicked against the polished table, the sharp sound rippling through the tense air between them.

"Ms. Lennox, did you really invite me out today just to spew this garbage?"

Lyla's expression darkened at a visible speed, an ugly crack forming in her perfect facade.

She leaned aggressively across the table, her lowered voice finally exposing her shrill desperation.

"Sienna, don't push your luck."

"You're shamelessly stringing Mr. Lowery along while trying to hook your claws back into Grant! Two-timing them both—are you really that much of a skank?"

Her agitation peaked, and her meticulously made-up face contorted with extreme jealousy and hatred.

"How is a cheap woman like you even worthy of Grant?"

After her vicious tirade ended, a suffocating silence fell over the booth.

The sunlight remained blinding, yet it did absolutely nothing to warm the freezing temperature in the room.

Sienna sat perfectly still, leveling a completely devoid gaze at the woman across from her.

Those cool eyes were as tranquil as a bottomless, stagnant pool.

She suddenly found this entire spectacle hilariously absurd.

So this was the untouchable muse Grant treated like a priceless treasure? It hadn't even taken long for the mask to slip.

"Two-timing?" Sienna tilted her head, her tone unhurried. "That's a very interesting accusation, Ms. Lennox."

"Grant and I signed the divorce papers a long time ago—something I have you to thank for. You should be far more aware of that fact than I am."

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