My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Before he had finished speaking. Benjamin leapt onto a horse and galloped off in the direction pointed out, shouting. “Go!”

The Lockwood Group’s private equestrian estates stretched far and wide. Benjamin rode for a good while, taking several turns, yet there was no sign of Xanthea.

Just as he was becoming frantic, a dazzling figure suddenly emerged from the peach blossom grove.

The young woman, holding a peach blossom wreath, playfully placed it on the man’s head before turning to run. Her swift pace almost caused her to stumble and fall, but the man quickly pulled her into his arms. She struggled slightly but was effortlessly lifted by him. He whispered something that made her burst into “a happy laugh.

The two frolicked and chatted as they walked out of the each blossom grove, sweetly like a couple in love.

Xanthea had said she wasn’t in a relationship, that she wouldn’t lie to him nor would she get so close to another man. Even with him, she always kept her distance.

Why was Orion the exception?

Clutching the reins tighter, Benjamin’s face turned pale under the bright daylight.

At Horizon Ventures Ltd., in the Cherry Zone.

“Could the golf club in Mr. Nightshade’s hands be the legendary Simon West wooden metal head putter?” one asked.

“That’s the treasure of Horizon Ventures Ltd. I heard it’s now worth around 30 to 40 million dollars!”

“It’s truly a sight to behold. To witness a guest play with such an expensive club in our lifetime, we are grateful to the young master for this opportunity.”

Several caddies surrounded Samuel, all singing his praises.

Samuel looked at several balls go into the holes in succession, playing with the club in his hand with pleasure. Crafted personally by Simon, it was unique and almost divinely helpful in play.

It was too good an opportunity not to show off.

He snapped a photo, posted it on Facebook, and tagged Xanthea in his regular manner, and for once set the viewing permissions to allow sharing by everyone.

“Ding-

eup room.

At the seventh floor of Starlight Media, in the makeup Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabella was sitting with her eyes closed, quietly cooperating with her makeup artist when her “specific friends” notification suddenly rang.

She picked up her phone in confusion, and upon clicking into Facebook and seeing that special noteication, she jumped up excitedly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“Is it him?”

“It’s him!”

“It really is him!!”

The makeup artist, startled by her sudden movement, accidentally smudged her lipstick. “Isabella, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“His Facebook is open to me, does that mean something? It must mean something, right?”

Clutching her phone, Isabella paced back and forth in the makeup room, too excited to speak coherently.

A year ago, she had added him through a work acquaintance, sent him many polite greetings, but never got a response. All her messages went unanswered, and on Facebook, she was blocked the moment she was added as a friend.

This was the first post she had seen from him in over three hundred days. Was it deliberately posted for her to see?

After all her hard work, standing on ever greater stages, she had finally caught his attention!

“Wendy, tell Jason to cancel today’s cosmetics ad event. I have some personal matters to attend to.”

“Cancel”