He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 206

Meanwhile, on the other side of the capital.

Hidden amidst the bustling city was a heavily fortified traditional courtyard, its atmosphere thick with a suffocating, lethal tension.

The study smelled heavily of expensive tobacco and rich cologne, though it barely masked the faint, metallic tang of blood lingering in the air.

Cillian Blackwood lounged in a dark mahogany chair, a lit cigar pinched lazily between his fingers. His collar was unbuttoned, exuding an air of untamed, dangerous arrogance.

In front of him, a subordinate stood stiffly, his head bowed so low his chin nearly touched his chest, his body trembling slightly from fear.

"We... we couldn't get her," the subordinate stammered, his voice dry and shaking.

The two-week deadline Cillian had set with Sienna had arrived. He had sent his men to fetch her, but she was nowhere to be found.

Cillian paused his drag on the cigar. He didn't even bother to lift his eyes, simply letting out a low, questioning "Hmm?"

That single, nonchalant syllable carried a crushing weight, forcing the subordinate to practically cower in place.

"Boss... we followed your orders and went to Ms. Sawyer's old residence. But... the neighbors said she doesn't live there anymore."

"And then?"

Cillian tapped the ash from his cigar, his tone infuriatingly calm.

"We... we used our contacts to dig deeper, and we found out... Ms. Sawyer passed away a few days ago."

Having delivered the news, the subordinate held his breath, terrified that even the slightest movement would set off the volatile man before him.

The study plunged into total silence.

The only movement in the room was the lazy swirl of blue smoke rising from the cigar.

After what felt like an eternity of agonizing suspense, a dark chuckle broke the quiet.

"Heh."

Cillian finally looked at the terrified man, his eyes razor-sharp.

"Dead?"

He dragged the word out, lacing it with a deeply amused, mocking drawl.

"Who told you that?"

"It... it's in the official death registries. And... The Gauthier Group released an obituary stating she died of a terminal illness..."

The subordinate's voice shrank until it was barely a whisper.

Cillian crushed his cigar into the ashtray and slowly stood up.

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