My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

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Chapter 148 The recording was dripping with the girl's arrogance and mockery, and as Queenie heard it, she couldn't. help but smirk.

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That little vixen, so naive to have no guard up against her! Once Ori heard this, he'd definitely going to dump her ruthlessly. Then, all her lies and pretenses would be useless! "Orl, you heard that, right?" When the recording ended, Queenie exaggerated, "Xanthea said it was you who fell head over heels for her, pestering her relentlessly, using every dirty trick in the book to keep her by your side!" She was eager to see disappointment and anger on his face, but Orion remained as calm as a still lake after hearing the recording, replying simply, "Yes.” "What?" Queenie was stunned, hardly believing her ears.

Orion continued, "Everything she said is true." No, no, that couldn't be! How could that be possible? Ori, with his impeccable background, status, character, and skills - superior in every way - how could he stoop so low to chase after a manipulative temptress? Reeling from shock, she staggered back as Orion carried Xanthea and walked towards the mansion. Watching their retreating figures, Queenie shook her head in disbelief, and then suddenly yelled, "Even if she doesn't love you, even if she's only with you for the money, you still don't care?!" Her shrill voice pierced the night, slightly awakening the drowsy girl.

Xanthea, groggily opening her eyes, wondered about the source of the noise, thinking it sounded like a dog barking, before a warm hand gently covered her eyes, sending her back to sleep.

Orion's gaze, sharp and colder than a valley breeze at night, turned to Queenie, "I don't. As long as she's willing to be with me, no matter the reason, I couldn't ask for more." After those last words, Queenie felt as if struck by lightning, collapsing to the ground in despair.

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"Ms. Marlowe, you seem out of sorts today, spouting nonsense and disturbing Xan's peace. Capologize before you leave tomorrow, or else Chairman Marlowe will have to do it for you." He would involve her grandfather over such a trivial matter? Queenie watched his back, tears streaming down her face, feeling utterly defeated.

Why? Why did he love her so much, willing to forsake his dignity, om everything just to be at her mercy? With all the wonderful women in the world, why her? "Boss, you're back."

Cedric had been waiting in the lobby and was startled to see Orion carry Xanthea while he entered, especially hoticing her disheveled long hair, slightly swollen red lips, the faint marks on her fair neck, and her disheveled red dresa beneath the suit jacket. What on earth had the boss done to Ms. Nightshade?

He-thought the car ride earlier, where the boss had crossed lines while Ms. Nightshade was asleep, was already too much, but this was Was on another level entirely.

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