He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 295

Sienna didn't bother answering such a stupid question.

She walked forward step by step, her heels sinking into the plush carpet, but to Sabrina, every step felt like it was stomping directly on her heart, suffocating her.

Under Sabrina's terrified, twisted gaze, Sienna stopped right in front of her.

Then, she raised her hand.

*Smack!*

A blindingly sharp slap echoed through the room. Sienna threw her entire body weight into it, striking Sabrina across the face!

The sheer force knocked her completely off the chair. She hit the floor hard, her head slamming against the bedframe with a dull thud. Half of her face swelled up instantly, a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

The room plunged into dead silence.

Arthur, Evelyn, and Lucas, who had followed her in, stood frozen in shock.

Sienna looked down at the whimpering woman on the floor, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"That slap was for the two bodyguards you got killed."

With that, she pulled a sleek voice recorder from her pocket and pressed play.

After a brief burst of static, a raspy, terrified male voice played—it was the scarred hitman.

"It... it was Sabrina! Sabrina hired us!"

"She paid us a massive sum to make Sienna's death look like an accident. And... and she wanted us to destroy her hands!"

"I have all the transfer records, the call logs... I'll give them all to you! Please, just don't kill me..."

The hitman's panicked confession echoed clearly in the bedroom, laying down the ultimate judgment.

This recorder was a "little gift" Cillian's men had handed her right before she got into the car.

The recording ended.

Arthur and Evelyn's faces shifted from initial shock to a disbelieving pallor, finally settling into an ashen, dead gray.

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