He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 315

Even if she was dead, the memory of that face could only belong to him.

He refused to let anyone parade around the city wearing a face that identical to hers. And he absolutely forbade anyone from harming or destroying anything associated with that face!

It was a sick, twisted possessiveness that even he couldn't comprehend.

"Look into it."

He suddenly spoke, his voice as rough as sandpaper.

The assistant froze for a second before realizing his boss was actually talking to him. This was the first time in months that his boss had initiated a conversation about something unrelated to his "late wife."

"Look into... what exactly, Mr. Gauthier?" the assistant asked cautiously.

"Find out who did it." Grant's eyes were practically nailed to K's face on the screen. "And bring me every single piece of information you can find on this 'K'."

"Right away!"

Acting as if he had just received a royal decree, the assistant turned and sprinted out the door.

The room fell back into a dead silence.

But this time, something had fundamentally changed.

For the first time, Grant's gaze had shifted away from the freezing urn in his arms.

...

Somewhere in the city, inside a cheap, off-the-books motel.

The pungent smell of bleach mixed with stale cigarette smoke.

Lyla hid under the covers, frantically refreshing the news feed on her phone. Staring at the reports of the arson attack and K's unfazed face amidst the camera flashes, she let out bursts of suppressed, psychotic laughter.

The high of revenge crackled through her veins like electricity.

Burning a painting was nothing!

She was going to destroy K herself!

Soon enough, among the landslide of news coverage, she spotted an announcement about the upcoming charity art auction.

[Artist K Confirmed to Unveil Mysterious New Work, 'Phoenix Rising', at Next Week's Charity Auction Gala...]

An even more vicious, unhinged light flickered in Lyla's eyes.

She was going to do it right in front of everyone. In front of all the elites and media who worshipped her. She would absolutely ruin her, ruin her new masterpiece, and ruin the very hands she used to paint with!

Now that would be true revenge!

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