He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 293

Rain slipped down Sienna's pale cheeks, her eyes turning as cold as ice the moment she heard the word "collect."

She ignored the hand he extended toward her, instead pushing the car door open and stepping out into the storm, walking straight up to Cillian.

Despite being soaked to the bone and visibly fragile, her aura didn't falter in the slightest.

"Thank you for stepping in, Mr. Blackwood," she said, her voice cutting clearly through the downpour. "I will repay this favor. Cash, or any of the art under my name. Name your price."

She attempted to drag this heavy, dangerous "life debt" back to the territory she knew best: a financial transaction.

Hearing this, Cillian let out a deep, amused laugh from his chest, as if she had just told the joke of the century.

"Cash?"

He stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between them to a predatory proximity.

He was more than a head taller than her, his imposing frame casting her entirely in his shadow.

"Sienna, are you looking down on me?"

He raised a hand, his slightly calloused fingertips slowly tracing her damp cheek, taking in the chill of her skin.

"I don't lack anything."

His fingertips stopped at the corner of her lips, his eyes burning with undisguised aggression.

"I am only interested in you."

Sienna stiffened, instinctively turning her head to evade his touch.

"I am a daughter of the Sullivan family now." She looked up, using her newfound, powerful identity as a shield. "Mr. Blackwood, touching me means making an enemy of the entire Sullivan family. You'd better weigh that cost carefully."

"The Sullivans?"

Cillian scoffed, treating the name like absolute dirt.

His hand snapped up, fingers gripping her delicate chin flawlessly, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

"Do you want to bet that if I felt like it, there wouldn't be a Sullivan family left in this city by sunrise?"

His words were pure arrogance, carrying an oppressive weight that commanded belief.

Sienna's heart plummeted.

She knew this maniac was stating a fact.

Faced with absolute power that operated above all rules, the Sullivan wealth and status were paper-thin.

Just then, the frantic squeal of brakes and blaring horns echoed from the other end of the bridge.

Lucas and the Sullivan security convoy had finally broken through the blockade of the "accident" and rushed to the scene like madmen.

Lucas instantly spotted the two figures facing off in the rain, his eyes zeroing in on Cillian's grip on Sienna's chin.

In a split second, rage consumed him, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"Cillian!"

He roared, throwing his door open and charging toward them recklessly.

"Let her go!"

Cillian didn't even bother to turn his head. He continued looking down at the woman in front of him, a hint of dark amusement flashing in his eyes.

He leaned into Sienna's ear, whispering in a voice meant only for her:

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