My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Judy was famously pampered by her high–profile patron in the industry, receiving everything from solo albums and film roles to custom designer gowns. She could do no wrong in his eyes, and even when she threw her weight around with other stars, Michael would quietly smooth things over.

But today, he had shockingly abandoned and publicly confronted Judy–all because Xanthea had been accidentally scratched!

It was unbelievable!

Xanthea must have some unusual connection with Chairman Lockwood, because only a displeased look from him had prompted Michael to act so ruthlessly against Judy!

Vet, Xanthea seemed just a young girl. What could her relationship with Chairman Lockwood possibly be?

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girlfriend or sister didn’t quite fit. Judging by today’s incident, his reaction towards Xanthea seemed more like she was his cherished darling.

“What’s going on? Why are there so many people gathered at the door? Has something big happened?”

Suddenly, a voice emerged from outside. Director Hawthome made his way through the crowd to the makeup room door and, upon seeing Xanthea and Orion inside, hurried in apologetically.

“Chairman Lockwood, what brings you here? Such a small matter, and it has brought you personally!”

“Ms. Nightshade, I’m so sorry, truly! I had already terminated the contract with Judy due to her constant demands for changes. After much difficulty. Mr. Lopez managed to bring you in, but I didn’t anticipate Judy would cause such a scene here. It was my oversight. I hope she hasn’t disturbed you.”

“It’s alright.

“Let me apply some ointment for you.”

As soon as Xanthea spoke, Orion pulled out a small, elegant bottle.

—

Wait, wasn’t that the scar treatment cream she had given him?

He still had it? And carried it with him?

It seemed he had been diligently applying it morning and night, just as she’d advised.

“No need, it’s just a small scrape. I hardly feel it; it’ll heal in no time.” She smiled and shook her head. “Thanks for your concem, Lockwood, but I won’t keep you from your schedule. Director Hawthorne, when do we start shooting?”

“Uh.” Sean stammered, “Whenever you’re ready, Ms. Nightshade!”

“Great! Just give me a moment then, I haven’t finished my makeup.”

Xanthea reassured the trembling makeup artist with a comforting look and resumed her seat before the vanity mirror

Orion watched her reflection, his grip tightening on the bottle.

Was she still upset about that night?

Mr.

Seeing him still standing behind her in the mirror, her eyelashes fluttered, seemingly masking some deep, hidden emotion. Curious, she blinked.

Why hadn’t he left yet?

She thought he’d be eager to deal with the Judy and Michael situation, so she hadn’t said much to hold him back. But there he was, lingering. Did he have something to say?

Just as she was about to turn and ask, he walked away.

Xanthea thought, “Well, that’s just wishful thinking on my part.”

‘Chairman Lockwood, take care!”

Sean escorted Orion to the door, and the members of the Lockwood Group board dispersed. The staff in the makeup room finally breathed a sigh of relief and began whispering among themselves, looking of Xanthea with envy