He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 227

He listened to Parker Reed's report, his face entirely devoid of emotion.

"...Mr. Gauthier, we just received a reply from Artemia Agency. They stated that Ms. K's schedule is fully booked for the next three years, so she cannot accept any new partnerships at this time."

Parker carefully monitored his boss's reaction.

He had braced himself for a volcanic eruption of rage, but Grant's response was completely unexpected.

He didn't lash out. He didn't even frown.

He merely reached out with pale, bloodless fingers, tracing the cold engravings on the urn with chilling tenderness.

"Fully booked?" he repeated softly, letting out a low, unsettling laugh before adding, "Then find a way to clear her schedule."

His voice was light, yet laced with an undeniable, obsessive authority.

"Parker."

"Yes, Boss."

"Triple the offer."

Parker practically choked, thinking he must have misheard. "Tri... triple?"

The original amount was already astronomical enough to shake the company's foundations. This wasn't a business deal anymore; this was financial suicide!

"Also..." Grant ignored his shock and continued giving orders. "Look into her. I want to know everything about K from the moment she was born."

"Who she's dated, what she likes, the brand of paint she uses, how she takes her coffee..."

"I want to know every single detail." He paused, a predatory gleam flashing in his eyes.

"I'm going to send her a gift she can't refuse."

Parker backed out of the room, vibrating with shock and unease.

The heavy office door clicked shut, sealing out the rest of the world.

The massive suite was once again plunged into a suffocating, dead silence, leaving Grant entirely alone.

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