Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1659 Let Me Beat Her First

After all, they had lived in poverty for generations. No one ever paid attention to them or their stuff.

Yet, the pretty young lady smiled at them. “Well, it all depends on your performance today. Remember, you must show the world the best of Elysium. That includes your mannerism and action, not just the way you look. Do you understand?”

Those wise words blew Riley's mind.

The Elysians stared at Vivian in silence for a long time as sparks of desire started burning within their hearts.

The next moment, she collected all their accessories, took everything apart, and created different yet stylish designs using the pieces.

More than a dozen pairs of trusting eyes watched her without moving an inch.

It was a taboo for outsiders to touch their hair. Yet, they let Vivian change their hairstyles into Faire Coiffure in the end.

The makeover achieved astounding results.

Where did she learn this? Isn't it a secret technique only Prince Kurt's mother knows?

The Elysians were brought out of the temporary site while they were still puzzled.

Lucy, who had come to Summerbank, heard someone had taken many Elysians away. She immediately rushed to Old Town with her maids.

“Where are they?” she asked.

“Madam, they were brought away for some performance,” someone on the spot responded.

Performance?

“What kind of performance? Elysians are forbidden to have contact with outsiders. It's the tribe's rule. How dare they go for a

enraged, she led her men

was

at the bridge, she saw a young beauty in Elysium costume

me. Relax and behave like you usually do

embroidered hairband coiled the young girl's long black hair up, revealing the string of glittering crescent-shaped accessory on her smooth forehead. She looked like an elf

is a

their eyes upon her, including the

down as she tried to suppress her

Vivian Wand!

The second half is about to start. Now, let us invite the representatives from the tribe with

small bamboo basket on her back appeared on the stage.

not try to perform at

bluestone slab, the teenager looked at

were a mother and a

simple hair tie. On her neck was a delicate silver collar that produced crisp

Ding! Ding!

in the bamboo basket

tanned and small, fleshy arms with two tiny but

sight was simply

the journalists kept taking photos

even started a live broadcast, hoping to show the moment to

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