He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 275

For that split second, even his breathing seemed to stop.

He ignored Evelyn's frantic panic beside him.

He didn't even spare her a comforting glance.

His movements were incredibly fast; in the very next second, he took the card from Sienna's hand.

His thumb brushed the edge of the card, the texture cold and carrying an indescribable creepiness.

His gaze was dead locked on that line of silver handwriting.

"Congratulations to Ms. Sawyer on finally returning home. Are you ready to pay your debt."

He read it from beginning to end, word by word.

Unwilling to let it go, he read it a second time, trying to carve more information out of those few words.

He stared at the line repeatedly, the emotions in his eyes growing heavier.

The force of his fingers gripping the card unknowingly increased, nearly creasing the corner.

What did "your debt" mean?

Did Sienna owe someone a debt?

The moment that thought popped into his head, his heart felt like it was seized by a brutal grip.

An intensely foreign and powerful sense of impending danger surged through his mind.

That feeling made him more restless than any corporate war he had ever faced.

"Who sent this?"

He looked up at Sienna, his voice carrying an imperceptible urgency.

Sienna answered casually, "Cillian Blackwood."

Those two words dropped like a stone into the lake of his mind.

He knew Cillian Blackwood.

That man who roamed the gray areas of the world, acting erratically and above any law.

He had heard people describe that name, their tones dripping with undisguised dread.

Some would even unconsciously lower their voices when mentioning him, as if afraid he might hear them.

He was an existence a hundred times more dangerous than Grant Gauthier.

Grant's malice could still be measured by rules and reputation.

But Cillian Blackwood's malice followed no logic and respected no rules.

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