My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 63

“Are you the little tramp who stole my gig?”

“Looking all young and flirty, must have slept around to bag this opportunity, huh?”

“Barely out of school and already selling out in showbiz.”

Judy burst into the room spewing filth from her mouth, her words so vile that even the crew of the music video shoot, who were usually thick–skinned, couldn’t muster the courage to intervene.

Xanthea had never met her before and was clueless about what was happening. Realizing she was the target, she frowned and her eyes narrowed, “Excuse me? What did you say?”

Judy shoved the makeup artist who was busy with her eyebrows. The artist’s hand shook, and the pencil streaked a line across Xanthea’s jawline, leaving a mark. She bent over repeatedly apologizing, “I’m so sorry, Ms. Nightshade, it wasn’t intentional!”

“I said you’re a slut-”

“Slap!”

delivered a fierce slap that skewed Judy’s head and sent her staggering back a couple of

was known for bullying others, but no one had ever seen her on the receiving end. And here was Xanthea, not just retaliating but landing a slap right across Judy’s

just a young girl; where did she get the courage

shock, an even more

bright red finger marks quickly appeared on Judy’s cheek. She stumbled back, incredulously raising her head to look at Xanthea, almost snarling as her face

if

grabbed a bottle of makeup remover from the table, unscrewed the cap, and walked over to Judy. Towering over her,

favor, cleaning out that foul mouth

an expressionless face, as casually as if she were watering plants at home. Despite

that Xanthea exuded and couldn’t help feeling

by all. Her innate nobility and pride were something Isabella could never emulate, just like in the dance competition where they both performed ‘the Swan Lake‘. Even though Isabella danced just as well, all

“Ah ah ah!”