He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 232

Fine shards of glass, mixed with scarlet wine, slipped through his fingers.

A sharp pain pierced his palm. Blood quickly seeped out, dripping onto the expensive carpet beneath his feet and blooming into a dark stain.

He didn't seem to notice, his chest heaving violently.

The sudden noise made Parker jump back, his face paling, too terrified to utter another word.

Curatorial control!

She actually wanted curatorial control!

This woman's ambition was far greater than he had ever imagined!

His original plan had been to use the exhibition to mold himself into the flawless, devoted husband, rewriting his past with Sienna into a deeply moving romantic tragedy.

He was supposed to be the director and the star of this stage, with K as nothing more than a supporting actress brought in to add a touch of glamour.

But now, this actress wanted to steal his director's chair and snatch the entire script from his hands!

If he agreed, she would dictate exactly how the exhibition looked and what story it told!

The brilliant trap he had laid to ensnare her could instantly become the grave that buried him.

"How dare she!" Grant forced the words through his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

But could he refuse?

He couldn't.

He had already pushed this performance to its climax, and the entire world was watching.

If he rejected K's reasonable request over something as professional and justified as "curatorial control," all his prior posturing about "honoring his late wife" and "respecting art" would instantly become a massive joke.

Everyone would realize he didn't actually want to honor Sienna; he just wanted to use her death to achieve his own goals.

He had personally backed himself into an inescapable corner.

A dead silence filled the office.

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