My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Xanthea glanced up and sure enough, saw Orion intently staring at her sleeve. His dark, menacing gaze seemed as if he wanted to cripple Nelson’s hand.

She quickly pulled back her sleeve, her movement as swift as a spring. Her lips twitched, but she forcibly held back her smile.

Just a moment ago he had pretended not to know her and now he was showing his true colors -he was clearly here for her!

No wonder he hadn’t answered her calls before her coming to the show; it turns out that he wasn’t upset, he just wanted to surprise her!

The show director announced, “Our three devil instructors are Jonathan, William, and Mr. Lockwood!”

“Next, we will reveal the first task–choose your instructor!” Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“There are six guests, and you may choose the instructor you prefer in pairs. But the choice comes conditions.”

“Condition one: Strictly follow the instructor’s rules and obey their commands. Only by gaining the instructor’s approval will you eam the qualification to be a trainee! Condition two: Complete three rounds of assessments set by the production team. Trainees will choose their instructor based on their scores from highest to lowest. If scores are tied, instructors will have the final say!”

“Choose our own instructor?”

“I pick Mr. Lockwood!”

“Me too, Mr. Lockwood!”

The crowd of girls suddenly became excited.

Xanthea turned her head just in time to see Rachel flipping her hair coyly, her eyes shy yet hopeful as she glanced at Orion.

Olivia wore a slinky gown. She casually hooked a finger at the high slit reaching her mid–thigh, pulled the deep V–neck lower–the cleavage blatantly visible even on camera, and her expression was sultry with her lips half–bitten.

Isabella was determined, playing it straight, “Mr. Lockwood, since I’m a talent under Starlight Media, could I possibly have the priority to choose you?”

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They all of them_

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Xanthea watched as each tried to outdo the others, almost writing their adoration on their faces, and she was dumbfounded.

No! No! No!

Orion absolutely couldn’t choose them! If he did, it would be like a lamb walking into a den of wolves; he’d be devoured without a tr

Yet, as if they had a premonition, they were all dolled up and dressed to the nines, while she had merely rushed in wearing a tracksuit after a quick shower.

Xanthea felt both upset

et and a

anxious. She turned to glare at Orion; her beautiful, twinkling eyes seemed to speak-“You better not choose them!”

Orion, catching her furrowed brow, pouted face, and the widened amber pupils, couldn’t help but smile, the gloom in his eyes chased

away.

He smiled?

He actually smiled?

Was he happy that so many beautiful girls were competing for his attention?

“Let’s see how everyone performs.”

Rachel: “So we all have a chance?

Olivia: “Great, I’ll definitely try to get first place!”

Isabella: “I absolutely will not disgrace Starlight Media!”

See how they perform?

So, he was still picking, huh?

A flare of rage sparked in Xanthea’s eyes, but before she could explode, Orion suddenly called out her name.

“Xanthea”

“Huh?”

Don’t you have anything to say?

“Yes. Though she was furious Inside, her body honestly raised a hand slowly, “Pick me, I’m super sweet?

As she spoke, Orion’s smile reached the depths of his eyes, spreading to the tips of his elegant brows, causing a wave of screams from

the online viewers.