My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 91

“Why?”

Xanthea’s brow furrowed, and before he could reply, Isobelin’s mocking laughter rang out, her expression one of ridiculous amusement It seemed she found the notion of Xanthen’s aspirations ludicrous

Standing haughtily behind Orion, just as she had at the nuction, the scene was a bitter parody. Why, indeed?

Because the role in “Realm of Illusions” was tailor–made for Isabella from the start. Why then stage this whole open audition char

mock her?

Watching her exhaust every resource, striving desperately for a script that was never truly within her reach, did they find it amusing. laughable even?

Xanthea’s gaze tumed icy in an instant. She jerked her hand away from Orion, who was applying ointment to her wounds, and stormed off, “Hypocrite.”

the man’s hand crashed to the floor, chattering into pieces, some of which sprayed onto Isabella, causing her to yelp and hop back, lifting her skirt, “Xanthea, are you

resonant voice boomed, startling

Lockwood didn’t

explain, but Xanthea was already speeding away, not even

was completely destroyed in the

the Bentley speed away, her long nails digging into her palms in

Ms. Nightshade

Nightshade? I thought her performance was stellar today, in terms of appearance, demeanor, and skill. She seemed like the perfect embodiment of Phoenix, the novel’s heroine. The project team even

let’s discuss

by the riverside was noisy, and soon dispersed. Cedric, failing to catch up with the car,

down, picking up fragments of the shattered bottle, some of which had embedded into

please stop.