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!”

Xanthea, rising abruptly, delivered a fierce slap that skewed Judy’s head and sent her staggering back a couple

one had ever seen her on the receiving end. And here was Xanthea,

was just a young girl; where did she get the courage

from their shock,

Xanthea, almost snarling as her

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

it a favor, cleaning out that foul

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

watched the dazzling sharpness that Xanthea

was Xanthea, the young heiress of the Nightshade family, born into 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‘. Even though Isabella danced

“Ah ah ah!”