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He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 218

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However, Grant turned a deaf ear to it all.

For three years, he had lived in his own world, and everything outside was just annoying noise.

He took long strides straight into the venue, with Parker following closely behind.

Inside, the crystal chandeliers were dazzling, and melodious classical music flowed through the air.

Grant swept a cold gaze across the room.

He was looking for Lucas.

He quickly spotted that familiar figure in the most prominent seat in the front row.

Lucas was chatting merrily with several internationally renowned curators.

He looked gentle and refined, blending flawlessly into the glitz and glamour.

Grant's eyes instantly turned cold.

He loathed that perpetually calm, triumphant look of Lucas's.

As if everything in the world was under his control.

Just like the way he had looked at him back then.

Grant didn't approach him. Instead, he took a seat in a relatively secluded corner, watching coldly.

He wanted to see exactly what kind of person this K—who was so worshipped by Lucas and Hunter Hale—was.

The ceremony proceeded on schedule.

Awards were handed out one by one, and winners gave their speeches.

Grant listened distractedly, his fingers absentmindedly stroking a cold, hard object in his suit pocket.

It was a delicate trinket wrapped in velvet, containing a small pinch of Sienna's ashes.

He had turned it into a pendant to carry with him everywhere.

Only by feeling its presence could his battered heart find momentary peace.

"Sienna, it'll be over soon," he whispered, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes that no one else could notice.

It wasn't until Sienna walked onto the stage to accept her award that all the lights instantly focused on the entrance.

The venue immediately fell silent.

"K!!!" Thunderous applause exploded.

Seraphina leaped up from her seat in excitement, clapping wildly, her eyes fixed on the entrance for fear of missing a single second.

Only Grant remained indifferent, even looking a bit impatient.

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