He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 271

His chest heaved violently, his breathing as heavy and ragged as a bellows.

The veins on his neck bulged one by one, pulsing with his suppressed fury.

He couldn't accept it.

He absolutely could not accept it.

That woman was supposed to be his possession, supposed to be locked firmly by his side, unable to escape for the rest of her life.

But now, she had become an unattainable existence that the entire city clamored for.

He slammed the tablet onto the desk, the screen cracking instantly on impact.

The fractures spread from the center outwards, perfectly mirroring his currently shattered state of mind.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the gray sky outside the window, and squeezed out a single name through his teeth.

"K..."

Outside, dark clouds were slowly gathering, as if a monstrous storm was about to sweep through.

He hissed the name through his clenched jaw, his chest heaving as jealousy and resentment intertwined, nearly swallowing him whole.

His overwhelming, impotent rage had nowhere to go, until suddenly, he thought of someone.

Sabrina Sullivan, the woman who claimed she wanted to team up with him against Sienna Sawyer!

A flash of brutality crossed his eyes as he quickly found Sabrina's number and dialed it.

The call connected almost instantly.

"Grant..." Sabrina's voice came through, carrying a trace of cautious flattery.

"Sabrina Sullivan!" Grant's roar seemed ready to tear through the receiver, carrying a bone-chilling coldness. "Is this how you team up with me?"

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