He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 278

Grant felt like he was losing his mind.

Ever since the news of the welcoming gala broke, he hadn't slept a wink.

He locked himself in his study, staring at the heavy blinds all through the night.

The sky outside shifted from black to gray, then gray to white, but his eyes remained bloodshot.

When he closed his eyes, he saw K and Sienna's identical faces.

When he opened them, he saw the glaring news images of her standing beside Lucas.

He had sent people to guard every place she might appear, yet he hadn't even managed to touch her coat.

That familiar, obsessive desire to have her firmly under his control gnawed at his heart day and night like countless ants.

His secretary's trembling reports about Sabrina's utter lack of progress only pushed his boiling anger closer to the edge of an explosion.

Upon discovering the exact address of Sullivan Manor, a lunatic idea took root in his mind.

At first, it was just a fleeting thought, but the more he tried to suppress it, the wilder it grew.

Consumed by jealousy and resentment, a completely irrational Grant actually did something he himself found unbelievable.

He didn't use the main entrance or even bring his driver.

He parked his car at a secluded intersection far from the Sullivan estate.

The night was thick, the streetlights dim, and bundled in a black overcoat, he looked like a phantom hiding from the light.

He circled the high walls almost entirely before finally finding a spot where the guard patrol seemed thin and the wall slightly lower.

Climbing a wall was excruciatingly difficult for a man who had lived in luxury for years.

The hem of his suit was viciously torn by a dead branch, revealing his unbuttoned shirt underneath.

His palms scraped painfully against the rough brick, burning, but he didn't even notice.

He crashed heavily into the Sullivan garden, his knees slamming onto the gravel paths, letting out a muffled groan.

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