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. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

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?

This was surely a divine car descending from the heaven! And the owner of this car was nothing short of a superhero!

Without a second thought, she yanked open the door and dove in, panting. “Sorry to bother you, but I need a ride–someone is chasing.

me”

She gasped for breath and looked up at the man sitting there, only to see Orion?!

Was it a coincidence or fate that whenever she faced danger, she would run into him?

“Ms. Nightshade?” Orion noted her frazzled appearance, her hair messy and a bead of sweat on her forehead, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing” Xanthea stuttered, awkwardly brushing her hair behind her ear, trying to appear calm. “I just need a quick lift. if it’s not too much trouble…”

Her words were cut short as a series of loud knocks and banging on the car window erupted from outside.

“Open up! Come out, you vixen, stop hiding!”

“We’ll smash the car if you don’t come out!”

Orion rolled down the window, and Xanthea, in panic, pressed her hands against his. “Don’t open it!”

window of the

But it was too late. The dark, obsidian–like window of the Maybach had been slid down. But the mobs, ready to scold Xanthea, was unexpectedly met with an impeccably handsome face.

They were all speechless, stunned like statues.

Who was this man? So strikingly handsome it’s unbelievable, more god–like than their idol Benjamin.

The man’s sharp features and deep, dark eyes emitted a chilling, intimidating aura, as if he could see right through them, leaving the sweaty fans who’d chased fervently trembling in fear.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “That’s a Maybach Landaulet, a limited edition worldwide!”

What?

The fans, who had been pounding on the windows, instantly stopped, looking around in panic. When they noticed a camera pointed at them from the roadside, they scattered in terror.

Damaging such a high–end luxury car could bankrupt them all!

Moreover, the man inside, looking like a formidable figure from the underworld; he was not someone to be trifled with!