He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 280

Grant's humiliating spectacle was fully witnessed by everyone in the Sullivan family.

His bangs were plastered to his forehead with cold sweat, his shirt collar violently yanked askew by the security team.

He was still mumbling Sienna's name, his eyes unfocused as if he had lost his soul.

Arthur stood on the steps, looking down at the scene, his face dark enough to drip water.

His fingers gripped the edge of his sleepwear so tightly his knuckles turned white, saying nothing.

Whether out of the need to protect his daughter or maintain the Sullivan family's dignity, he could not tolerate such a deranged invasion.

"Call the police."

He spat the words out coldly, his voice low but carrying undeniable authority.

That tone left absolutely no room for negotiation.

Evelyn stood beside him, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, trembling slightly.

She watched Grant's pathetic, obsessive state, complex emotions churning in her eyes.

Soon, the wail of police sirens drew near, tearing through the silence of the night.

Several cruisers roared onto the scene, their harsh red and blue lights flashing against the white walls of the Sullivan villa.

"CEO of Gauthier Group Arrested After Midnight Break-In at Sullivan Estate"—this news spread like wildfire, instantly detonating across the capital's media landscape.

First, the shocking twist at the memorial exhibition, and now, the deadbeat ex losing his mind in the middle of the night.

The Sullivans and the Gauthiers were once again thrust into the eye of the storm.

Though the Sullivans were the victims, they couldn't avoid being swept into the center of the gossip.

Countless onlookers added fuel to the fire online with their wild speculations, which infuriated the intensely private Arthur Sullivan.

But to Sabrina, this was the perfect, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She hid in her room and locked the door.

Under the dim light of her desk lamp, she stared at the overwhelming wave of news on her phone.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up into a sick, thrilled smile.

Her chance had come.

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