He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 79

In Grant's business logic, everything boiled down to leverage and profit. He simply didn't believe Lucas possessed a genuine appreciation for K's art, nor did he believe Lucas actually cared about Sienna.

Hearing this, Lucas could no longer mask the sneer on his face. He looked at Grant the way one would look at a completely hopeless idiot.

He let out a sharp laugh. "Is there anything else inside that pathetic brain of yours besides cheap, underhanded schemes?"

"We're both men, Lucas. There's no need to play the saint in front of me," Grant sneered contemptuously. "Sienna is just second-hand trash I got bored of playing with. I refuse to believe you actually have any real feelings for a woman like her."

"Name your price. Hand her over, and I'll pretend whatever happened between the two of you never existed."

When Sienna heard those words, her heart uncontrollably sank, and a bone-deep, suffocating chill instantly spread from the soles of her feet throughout her entire body.

Through eight years of marriage, she had given him absolutely everything, and now she was almost paying for it with her life.

But in the end, coming from his own mouth, she was nothing but a complete, utter joke.

She didn't feel angry. She didn't feel wronged. She only felt an unprecedented wave of absolute exhaustion and heartbreak.

This man truly had no heart.

"Grant, do you actually think everyone in the world is as sick as you? Treating human emotions like betting chips and women like objects?" Lucas retorted.

"Am I wrong?" Grant continued pushing. "Sienna stuck with me for eight years. Wasn't she just gunning for the title of Mrs. Gauthier and my family's money? And now that she sees I'm divorcing her, she immediately crawls into your bed. Honestly, I'm amazed a man of your status could stomach a woman like that."

Before the words had even left his mouth, Lucas violently grabbed Grant by the collar and slammed him brutally against the wall.

The massive impact forced a heavy grunt out of Grant.

Just as the tension reached a boiling point, an overly sweet, artificial female voice echoed from the hallway, shattering the deadly silence inside and out.

"Sienna, what are you doing standing here? Why don't you go inside?"

Sienna's spine stiffened. She turned her head, coming face to face with Lyla's heavily made-up features.

Lyla's eyes practically danced with unconcealed triumph and malicious joy, though she maintained an expression of complete, innocent confusion.

She had actually arrived long ago, hiding around the corner and thoroughly listening to every single vicious insult Grant hurled at Sienna.

Every toxic word had hit its mark perfectly, making her feel absolutely euphoric. It was only when she noticed Sienna preparing to walk away that she deliberately raised her voice and stepped out, entirely intent on publicly humiliating her.

The furious shouting inside the office abruptly ceased, both men clearly caught off guard by their arrival.