My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

A cold, deep voice called from inside, “Come in.”

Holding a folder, Hans entered the office. “Mr. President, you instructed us to intercept any negative media exposure concerning Miss Xanthea. Today, the company intercepted a set of photos, but I’m not sure if they qualify as negative news?”

At the mention of “Xanthea,” the man signing contracts behind the desk suddenly paused.

Orion slowly lifted his head, “What?”

Hans took out the photos from the folder, placing them neatly before him.

In the photos, Xanthea was seen giving Benjamin a gift, the two of them looking at each other and smiling: Benjamin courteously shielding Xanthea from a car door, careful not to let her bump her head; at a cast dinner, Benjamin making his way through the crowd, his gaze towards Xanthea filled with ambiguous affection, and more.

Orion picked up the last photo of the two sweetly embracing. His dark eyes brewed a storm, almost piercing a hole through the man’s silhouette in the photo.

“Have they been verified?”

office seem encased in ice, chilling Hans to

by our tech department. The photos are unaltered originals, and the whistleblower is April, who plays Vivian

was hoarse and terrifying, his fingers white–knuckled around

Sunset Hills

looking

“Isn’t this too much?”

of “key points” she had written, tossed the pen away in despair,

harder

did she ever enter the entertainment industry? Why did she agree to act in a romance drama? She-

face down on the desk, Benjamin couldn’t help but smile, “Rome

lot of attention, but it’s not

didn’t need to excel; she just needed to get through this

nce scene.