He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 81

Sienna Sawyer didn't spare Lyla Lennox a single glance.

Her attention was entirely focused on Lucas Lowery, continuing to discuss the upcoming competition with a tone as casual as if they were deciding what to have for dinner.

When Lucas spoke to her, his expression softened, his voice a stark contrast to the icy edge he had just used against Grant Gauthier.

From start to finish, Sienna never looked at Grant. It wasn't a deliberate slight; she honestly just couldn't be bothered.

That kind of dismissal stung worse than a slap across the face.

Grant stood frozen, a dark, venomous anger coiling in his chest.

He watched how relaxed and comfortable Sienna was with Lucas, remembering how her eyes had entirely skipped over him when she walked through the door.

No, it wasn't even a skip. She looked right through him.

It was as if he were nothing but thin air, just another meaningless piece of furniture in the office.

For years, she had trailed after him, catering to his every whim. If he so much as frowned, she would be anxious for the rest of the day.

Now, she was laughing and chatting with another man right in front of him, as if he didn't even exist in her world.

He couldn't swallow the humiliation.

"Sienna." Grant's voice dropped to a dangerous pitch. "Lyla is talking to you. Are you deaf?"

A heavy silence fell over the office.

Lyla immediately pulled a wounded expression. Her eyes reddened slightly as she spoke in a small, fragile voice.

"Grant, don't blame her. It's my fault for being too clumsy to catch Sienna's eye."

"Mr. Gauthier," Lucas cut in, his tone freezing. "You've already signed the divorce papers. Bringing your mistress to my company to show off—don't you find that embarrassing?"

The word "mistress" struck a nerve. Grant was about to erupt, but Lucas didn't give him the chance.

"Furthermore, who let you in?" Lucas shifted his gaze to Lyla, his voice deceptively light.

Lyla, who had been hiding behind Grant playing the victim, suddenly looked guilty, her eyes darting around the room.

"Besides," he paused, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper, "do you really think you're worthy?"

The words weren't loud, but they cut like a knife.

Lyla's face drained of color before she desperately forced her smile back into place. "Mr. Lowery, you misunderstand. Rosalind really did—"

"Enough." Lucas raised a hand, his patience entirely depleted.

"If this is the caliber of representative the Lennox family sends, then there is no point in continuing this partnership."

Panic seized Lyla. Rosalind had moved mountains to push this project forward. If Lyla ruined it, her sister would skin her alive.

What was she supposed to do now?

In the blink of an eye, tears welled up, and she looked at Grant with wide, glistening eyes.

Grant couldn't stand seeing the woman he protected humiliated like this. He had just yelled at Sienna for Lyla's sake, and now Lucas was tearing Lyla to shreds.

It felt like a deliberate, targeted attack on him.