My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 114.

Xanthea listened as the group splashed insults on her, her eyebrows gradually knitting together. She wanted to hit them but was outnumbered, and she didn’t want to cause a scene that might disrupt the upcoming film’s opening ceremony. So, she pretended to be cheerful and yelled outward, “Movie King, you have arrived?”

At her words, the group of overzealous fans quickly turned around. There was nothing but emply. When they turned back around, Xanthea had already gone.

“She’s getting away, chase her!”

The crowd, furious and aggressive like zombies hungry for flesh, chased after her, Xanthea was scared and ran in the opposite direction of the launch event. A few minutes later, she found herself at a busy street with no crosswalk in sight.

Oh no! A dead end!

As she turned to see the pack of fans almost catching up to her, her mind raced for a solution when a discreetly luxurious black Maybach came to a halt in front of her.

Could this be her miraculous escape?

descending from the heaven! And the owner of this car

thought, she yanked open the door and dove in, panting. “Sorry to bother

me”

gasped for breath and looked up at the man

it a coincidence or fate that whenever she faced danger,

her frazzled appearance, her hair messy and a bead of sweat on her forehead, his eyes

Xanthea stuttered, awkwardly brushing her hair behind her ear, trying to

cut short as a series of loud knocks and banging on the

out, you vixen,

if you don’t

in panic, pressed her hands against

window of the

late. The dark, obsidian–like window of the Maybach had been slid down. But the mobs, ready to scold Xanthea, was unexpectedly

speechless,