He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 190

Hunter Hale was dressed in a razor-sharp black suit, her long hair tied back efficiently. Her gaze was razor-sharp, her entire aura radiating an overwhelming intensity.

She had been buried in work and rushed over the moment she received Lucas's call, yet had tragically arrived one step too late.

Grant was slightly taken aback by her presence; this was the powerhouse he had exhausted every avenue trying to meet for a business collaboration, only to finally encounter her here.

"You're here for Sienna?"

He recalled that back at the competition, Hunter and Sienna had seemed incredibly close.

At the time, he had even intended to use Sienna to win Hunter over and secure her agreement to collaborate with The Gauthier Group.

But back then, Sienna had given him the cold shoulder, denying him any opportunity.

He had even resented her for it, branding her as immature and ignorant of the bigger picture.

Looking at Grant, Hunter suddenly let out a glacial scoff. "Do you even have the right to utter Sienna's name? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Stepping forward, Hunter roared without a shred of mercy.

"When she was alive, you treated her love like absolute garbage and trampled her dignity into the dirt. You single-handedly destroyed her and pushed her to her death!"

"And now that she's actually dead, you want to play the devoted lover?"

"Do you really think collapsing on the floor, putting on this heartbroken act, is going to win anyone's sympathy? No, we just find you utterly revolting!"

Every word she fired hit like a sledgehammer, violently crushing Grant's chest.

He wanted to retort, but he found his throat entirely paralyzed.

Because everything she said was the irrefutable truth.

He stared at the impossibly pale, lifeless face on the gurney, his heart seizing in an agony so sharp he could barely draw breath.

Even now, his mind simply refused to process that Sienna was dead.

Perhaps... this was just another trick of hers, an elaborate performance orchestrated alongside Lucas just to mess with him?

Yes, that had to be it!

That single delusion became his final lifeline, and he clung to it with desperate madness.

"You're all just acting... I'm right, aren't I?"

Forcing the words through gritted teeth, he screamed at Sienna's body with a maniacal gleam in his eyes.

"Sienna, get the hell up! I'm ordering you to get up!"

He lunged forward again, attempting to seize the freezing corpse on the gurney.

Yet before his hand could even connect, a far more powerful grip clamped around his wrist in a vice-like hold.

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