He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 229

Lucas knew enough about art to instantly recognize the staggering value of what was sitting in front of them.

These weren't just paints; these were artifacts that belonged in a museum vault.

He looked at Sienna, expecting some reaction, but found her face completely devoid of excitement or shock.

She just stared at it, her gaze hollow, lacking a single ripple of emotion.

Memories from the past hijacked Sienna's mind, flashing uncontrollably before her eyes.

The gift that was years too late had finally been dropped at her feet.

But the man giving it, and the woman meant to receive it, were both dead and gone.

Most importantly, this was a gift from Grant to K—not to Sienna Sawyer.

Sienna slowly reached out, but her hand bypassed the breathtaking pigments entirely. Instead, she grabbed her phone, casually snapped a picture of the open chest, and pulled back.

Then, she called Hunter Hale.

"Hunter, do me a favor."

"What's up?"

"Post a photo on K's official social media," Sienna's voice was dead calm. "The one I just texted you."

Hunter pulled up the image on her end and couldn't help but gasp. "Did... he send this?"

"Yeah."

"How do you want to handle it?"

Sienna let out an icy, humorless laugh.

"Caption it with a thank you to the 'unknown fan' who was so desperate to flex his wallet for attention. Add that when tainted by sinister motives and arrogant delusions, even the finest pigments lose their soul."

"Announce that I've decided to donate the entire set to the art academy for classical material studies. May these treasures serve a real purpose, and may this fan quickly learn some basic self-respect."

Hunter went dead silent on the other end of the line for a solid three seconds.

Then, she burst into a vicious, triumphant cackle.

"K, you are an absolute demon! I love you so much!"

This was a total execution!

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