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!”

finish her sentence before Xanthea, rising abruptly, delivered a fierce slap that skewed Judy’s

no one had ever seen her on the receiving end. And here was Xanthea, not just

young girl; where did she get the courage and

anyone could recover from their shock, an

on Judy’s cheek. She stumbled back, incredulously raising her head to look at Xanthea, almost snarling as

what if I

bottle of makeup remover from the table, unscrewed the cap, and walked over to Judy. Towering over her, she grabbed Judy’s! poured the entire

a favor, cleaning out that

with an expressionless face, as casually as if she were watering plants at home. Despite the cruelty of her actions, her poise was elegant and detached, instilling a mix of awe and

dazzling sharpness that Xanthea

luxury and adored 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‘.

“Ah ah ah!”