He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 233

"He certainly knows how to pick a venue."

Lucas stepped out and opened the door for Sienna, a faint trace of mockery in his tone.

Sienna didn't respond. She wore oversized sunglasses that concealed most of her face, leaving only the elegant curve of her jawline visible.

She glanced up at the building, evaluating it like an object that had nothing to do with her.

"Ms. K, Mr. Lowery. Welcome."

Liam West, the project director from The Gauthier Group handling the exhibition, was already waiting at the entrance.

He wore a professional smile, but his gaze was noticeably detached.

The moment he saw Sienna, he assessed her subtly, a hint of disdain flickering in his eyes.

She was just a young painter with a bit of talent who dared to challenge Mr. Gauthier. What was there to be so arrogant about? Grant was only playing along out of sheer boredom.

"Mr. Gauthier has a cross-border conference today, but he specifically instructed me to fully accommodate Ms. K's work." Liam led the way, subtly emphasizing Grant's authority with every step.

"This is the preliminary design proposal we've prepared for the exhibition. Please take a look. The aesthetic of the main hall was personally finalized by Mr. Gauthier..."

He babbled on, offering a thick portfolio to her.

Sienna didn't take it. She didn't even turn her head to acknowledge him. She walked straight into the cavernous main hall.

In the center of the hall, according to Liam's plans, a massive portrait of Sienna Sawyer provided by Grant would be hung.

The most prominent spot, directly facing the entrance, was reserved for the viral photo of Grant "lovingly" clutching the urn.

The entire spatial design existed to serve one narrative: how a grieving husband was mourning his brilliant wife who had passed away too soon.

Sienna was nothing more than a prop in this story, used to validate his devotion.

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