He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 245

It felt like she had been waiting for this exact day for a very, very long time.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, cold sweat began pouring down his back.

Who on earth was this Curator K?

Why did she know so many secrets that only he and Sienna knew?

Mystery after mystery wrapped around him like a massive net, making him feel a bone-deep chill and a total loss of control for the very first time.

"Grant! Say something!" Madeline shrieked, growing even more hysterical at his lack of reaction. "Are you scared of that woman? She's just a damn painter! The Gauthier family..."

"Shut up."

Grant finally spoke, his voice as coarse as sandpaper.

Those two words carried zero warmth, piercing her ears like needles.

Madeline's wailing abruptly stopped. She stared at her son in total disbelief.

His profile looked exceptionally ruthless in the flickering shadows. Those eyes she had once been so proud of were now churning with sheer madness and malice.

She was genuinely terrified by that look. Her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter another syllable.

The car lapsed back into dead silence.

...

Meanwhile, back in the museum's main exhibition hall.

After Grant and his mother had fled in disgrace, the commotion didn't die down; it only intensified.

The guests gathered in small clusters, whispering furiously, every face painted with sheer excitement and shock.

Today's retrospective had far exceeded the boundaries of art, escalating into a massive scandal that would sweep through the city's entire high society.

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