He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 199

The porcelain shattered against the hardwood, hot soup splashing out and soaking her ankles.

Grant looked down at the dark puddle seeping into the floorboards, his gaze growing increasingly predatory.

"What did you put in it?" Grant towered over her, his low, dangerous voice completely devoid of emotion.

Lyla shook her head frantically, absolute terror flashing in her eyes.

"Nothing... it's just normal herbal broth. Grant, you're overthinking this..."

"Herbal broth?"

Grant let out a cold, ear-piercing scoff.

He crouched down and brutally grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back forcefully.

"Lyla Lennox, do you really think I'm a goddamn idiot?"

His voice dropped to a sinister whisper, every syllable dripping with absolute venom.

Ever since he caught the strange inconsistencies on the security footage, he had ordered his men to investigate what exactly she was plotting.

The results had completely floored him. He discovered she was planning to drug him!

"Using such cheap, dirty tricks. You truly are a venomous snake."

Hearing his words, the last remnants of color completely drained from Lyla's face.

Years ago, Grant had been out at a business dinner when he experienced the exact same sensation—a dizzying fog, weak limbs, and a bizarre, consuming heat coursing through his veins.

When he woke up the next morning, Sienna had been in his bed.

At the time, he had naturally assumed Sienna had drugged him, using the despicable trick to secure her status as Mrs. Gauthier.

But now, watching Lyla attempt the exact same scheme, a horrifying realization crashed into his mind, making his blood run cold.

Grant stared directly into Lyla's red-rimmed eyes, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage.

"The person who drugged me back then... who was it?!"

Lyla's eyes darted wildly, the gentle, obedient facade she had maintained for so long shattering into pieces.

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