He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 288

The doors of the banquet hall clicked shut once more.

The screaming and struggling were entirely cut off, leaving only a post-tension quiet in the room.

A moment later, applause started from somewhere, then quickly swept across the room, far more enthusiastic than before.

"Mr. Sullivan handles things decisively. Impressive."

"That Ms. K has an incredible aura. She didn't panic at all."

"No wonder Mr. Lowery likes her. That kind of composure is rare."

The murmurs carried awe, along with a heavy dose of flattery.

Everyone could see that Sienna had emerged completely victorious from tonight's storm.

Arthur stepped back to the microphone, the anger fading from his face.

He cleared his throat, his tone returning to its initial solemnity.

"I apologize for letting you all witness such a joke." He paused, his gaze landing on Sienna, his eyes full of the deep cherishing of someone who had found what was lost. "But this doesn't change today's joy. Sienna, come here."

Sienna walked forward and stood by his side.

Arthur took a small velvet box from an assistant. Opening it, he revealed a smooth, lustrous jade necklace.

The jade's exceptional clarity was exquisite, clearly an heirloom passed down for generations.

"This is an antique passed down from our ancestors, always reserved for the daughters of the Sullivan family." He personally fastened it around her neck, his voice slightly hoarse. "Sienna, welcome home."

The crowd erupted in rapturous applause once more.

Sienna touched the cool stone at her collarbone and smiled softly. It was her first genuine smile of the night.

Standing off to the side, Lucas watched her and finally let out a breath of relief.

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