He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 231

"Then we'll just have to see who is trapping whom, and who is giving the other exactly what they want."

Lucas and Hunter both froze.

"Sienna, you..."

Sienna looked up, a razor-sharp glint flashing through her clear eyes.

"He built the stage for me and even wrote the script."

"How could I possibly disappoint him?"

She slowly stood up and walked to the window. Staring out at the clear sky, she enunciated every word clearly.

"Hunter, reply to them."

Hunter's heart skipped a beat. "Reply with what?"

A smile touched Sienna's lips.

"Tell Grant that K deeply regrets what happened to Ms. Sawyer, admires her talent endlessly, and would be honored to participate in the exhibition."

"However," she pivoted, her gaze turning frosty, "I have one condition."

Grant received the exact reply he had been anticipating.

When Parker Reed reported the contents of Artemia Agency's email to him, he was standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the bustling traffic below.

"...Ms. K has expressed great interest in participating in the retrospective."

Hearing this, a cold smile finally surfaced on Grant's face.

He had won.

He knew that no artist who valued their reputation could refuse a performance cloaked in such a sacred halo.

As long as she agreed to step onto the stage he had personally built for her, her every move—singing or dancing, crying or laughing—would be entirely under his control.

"However," Parker paused, his tone growing hesitant, "Ms. K has one condition."

"Speak." Grant was in a stellar mood.

He even took the time to turn around and pour himself a glass of red wine. His movements were unhurried, exuding the relaxed confidence of a man who held the winning hand.

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