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He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 270

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News had wings.

Overnight, it spread through every corner of the capital's high society.

"The Sullivans are hosting a gala to welcome their true heiress home." That single, short sentence hit the tranquil waters of their social circles like a depth charge.

Ripples spread outwards, instantly turning into a towering tsunami.

At the afternoon tea tables of exclusive country clubs, the wealthy wives couldn't even bother sipping their drinks.

In the private group chats of socialites, messages refreshed so fast they almost crashed the screens.

"Did you hear? The long-lost Sullivan daughter missing for over twenty years is actually K, the genius artist who completely humiliated the Gauthiers at the exhibition recently!"

Someone dropped the bombshell first, their tone unable to hide their raw excitement.

"My God, this plot twist is insane!"

The replies followed immediately with dramatic exclamations.

"No wonder Sabrina Sullivan suddenly fell from grace and caused such a huge scandal. She was a complete fake all along!"

That single statement instantly ignited everyone's gossip radar.

The discussions came in waves, growing more outrageous and exaggerated with every pass.

"Before this, everyone was worried that the Gauthier family wouldn't let this go and would secretly retaliate against K."

"But now? She's turned out to be the true Sullivan heiress. Who would dare lay a finger on her now?"

"Ugh, Grant Gauthier is probably choking on his own fury right now."

That teasing remark sparked a wave of knowing, collective laughter.

The rumors rapidly swept through the streets and seeped into every drawing room.

The title of "Genius Artist K" already carried an intense, blinding halo.

Now, adding the identity of "The Sullivan Group's True Heiress" to the mix, the combination instantly elevated her to the very top of the socialite hierarchy, unmatched by anyone.

She didn't need to rely on anyone, nor did she need to borrow anyone else's power.

Because she herself was now the most dazzling powerhouse in the city.

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