He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 256

The two-day wait for the DNA results was absolute torture for Evelyn.

Meanwhile, grounded by her father and given the cold shoulder by her mother, Sabrina funneled all her resentment and hatred entirely onto Sienna.

She couldn't leave the house, but she still had her phone.

Leveraging the socialite network she had cultivated for years, she aggressively spread vicious rumors about the "manipulative artist, K" across various private group chats.

"Girls, I've got major gossip for you. That trending artist K is nothing but a top-tier gold digger!"

"First, she tried to hook Grant Gauthier, and when that failed and the Gauthiers threw her out, she used some seductive tricks to latch onto my parents. Now she's at our house every single day."

"My mom treats her like she's under a spell, and my dad does too."

"I'm telling you, she's not a real artist. She's just a social climber trying to sleep her way to the top. She's incredibly manipulative. You all better watch your backs if you run into her!"

These heavily embellished rumors, paired with Sabrina's tearful voice notes, quickly spread like wildfire through Metropolis's elite circles.

After all, Sabrina was the sole heiress to the Sullivan family. In the eyes of many, her word was gospel.

Overnight, "Artist K" became an unspoken joke and a cautionary tale among the socialites.

Hunter Hale treated the screenshots as pure comedy, reading them aloud to Sienna over afternoon tea.

"Oh, look at that. Our genius painter is now the biggest gold digger in Metropolis," Hunter cackled, waving her phone, shaking with laughter. "The Sullivan girl really isn't playing with a full deck, is she?"

Sienna was in the middle of mixing a highly specific shade of blue on her palette. At those words, she merely spared a brief glance before replying with utter indifference, "If I had to personally deal with an opponent of her caliber, I'd consider it a loss."

She casually blew a speck of dust off her brush.

She turned to look at Hunter, who was curled up on the sofa snacking on almonds, her tone as nonchalant as if she were discussing the weather.

"Do me a favor."

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