He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 219

It was as if she was saying: Look, I did it. I didn't let your efforts go to waste.

However, this subtle change in her expression was completely captured by Grant from afar.

Lucas again!

A familiar wave of betrayal and fury flared up from the bottom of Grant's heart.

First it was Sienna, and now this K.

Why? Why did all these women flock to Lucas?

He gripped the urn hidden beneath his suit tightly, his knuckles turning a corpse-like pale white from the force.

"Sienna, don't look," he lowered his head, whispering to the urn with an almost obsessive tenderness.

"K is nothing compared to you. She doesn't deserve your attention, and neither does that man."

The surrounding applause and the host's voice all blurred into distant background noise.

In Grant's world, only the freezing touch of the urn and the escalating hatred in his heart remained.

He wanted this K.

Not out of admiration, and certainly not out of affection, but simply because she had no right to be alive.

And she certainly had no right to smile at Lucas.

The ceremony ended, and the crowd surged out like a tide.

Glamour and toasts faded, though remnants of the clamor still lingered in the air.

Seraphina dragged her friends along, having no interest in the post-event networking. Her heart had already flown to the backstage area.

"Sera, slow down!" one of her friends grumbled playfully as she stumbled. "K isn't going to run away."

"You never know!"

Seraphina looked back, her face filled with determined excitement.

"Don't you guys know how mysterious K is? After today, who knows how long it'll be before we get another chance to see her in person."

"I paid a fortune to get access to her private dressing room. I am not missing this!"

"Wow, a private dressing room?" another girl immediately shot her an envious look. "You're so resourceful, Sera."

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