He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 223

Humiliation and fury flared instantly, turning his face livid. He glared at Sienna, his eyes growing frigid.

"Ms. K," he gritted out, his voice laced with suppressed rage. "Are you sure?"

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Sienna leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxed but dripping with defiance. "Or is Mr. Gauthier's hearing starting to fail him?"

That completely shattered Grant's ego. His face darkened completely, his gaze turning to ice.

"Perfect."

He forced the word through his teeth, any lingering interest instantly evaporating, leaving behind nothing but menacing fury.

Of course. No matter how many exceptional women existed in this world, none could ever compare to his Sienna.

This Ms. K only possessed a similar face; at her core, she was a brazen, ungrateful woman who wasn't even fit to be mentioned in the same breath as his wife.

The more he thought about it, the more his obsession twisted, and his glare at Sienna turned venomous.

Just as the silence in the lounge reached a suffocating level, the door swung open again, revealing a sophisticated, elegant figure.

Lucas Lowery stepped in holding a woman's coat, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

He was about to speak, but paused as his eyes swept over the tense scene.

He saw Sienna, and in front of her, Grant, radiating a dark, aggressive hostility, with Seraphina shrinking into a corner.

In an instant, Lucas's smile vanished without a trace.

Ignoring everyone else, he strode right in, smoothly closing the distance to Sienna's side.

"It's gotten chilly outside."

He spoke softly, effortlessly draping the coat over her shoulders with an easy, intimate familiarity.

The fabric still carried the warm, comforting scent of him, instantly dispelling the heavy chill Grant had brought into the room.

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