He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 291

Dad already had the lawyers finalize the equity transfers. From today onward, they're all yours."

Sienna flipped open the folder, looking at the staggering list of assets. But she simply closed it calmly and pushed it back.

"Dad, I just got home. I'm not familiar with the company's operations yet. You and Mom can manage these for me for now."

She didn't want to take over so quickly. It wasn't out of politeness; she just needed time to truly process her new identity as a daughter of the Sullivan family.

The family sat together, enjoying this long-overdue warmth, completely unaware that a deadly conspiracy against Sienna was quietly unfolding.

Lucas didn't stay long at the estate.

Before leaving, in the night-shrouded courtyard, he looked deeply at Sienna, the soft glow of the streetlamp illuminating her striking face.

"Don't put yourself in danger again," he said, his tone incredibly solemn.

He was an intensely perceptive man. He noticed that beneath Sienna's calm acceptance of her family's care, there was a faint, lingering sense of distance in her emotions, as if she still had unresolved burdens.

"I won't," Sienna smiled faintly, nodding to reassure him. "You too. Be careful on the road."

She didn't elaborate. Some battles she had to face alone.

The next day, the weather in the city was gloomy.

Sienna canceled all non-essential social engagements. She told her parents she wanted to go to a private gallery under her name to organize some old belongings.

It was a property she had purchased with her savings under her pseudonym, Curator K, after returning to the country, used strictly for storing paintings and files.

Arthur instinctively felt a twinge of unease and insisted on sending a full security detail to escort her.

"Dad, I'm just going to organize some things. I don't want to make a huge scene."

Sienna ultimately declined her father's proposal, only agreeing to take two regular bodyguards assigned by the Sullivans. They were ex-special forces, highly skilled, and more than capable of handling most emergencies.

The black Bentley drove smoothly out of the city, heading toward the suburban gallery.

Halfway through the drive, the sky grew even darker. Thick clouds pressed down heavily over the skyline like lead blocks.

Soon, fat drops of rain began to pound against the glass. The downpour instantly morphed into a dense sheet of water, blurring the entire world.

The car merged onto an isolated suspension bridge.

Just then, a massive cargo truck ahead slammed on its brakes without warning. The sedan tailing it crashed right into its rear with a loud bang. The giant body of the truck instantly fishtailed across the road, completely blocking their path.

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