My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 132

A familiar voice rang out, and Xanthea looked up to see Queenie storming towards them, clutching her smartphone like a weapon.

Oh, wasn’t she just a sobbing mess, gasping for breath, and now she’s bounced back so quickly?"

"Ms. Marlowe?"

Several men looked at her quizzically as she made her way directly to Xanthea, slamming her phone down in front of Xanthea, "Everyone back off, I need a word with her alone!"

"Alright then."

As the crowd dispersed, Xanthea gracefully lifted her wine glass, gently swirling its contents, "Ms. Marlowe, it seems that you have taken quite a blow, crying yourself hoarse like that."

"You vixen, don't get too smug just yet. Look at what I have here!"

She lit up her phone, and Xanthea, rather than showing any hint of fear or panic, simply smiled at the images displayed.

"I don't know whether to compliment you on your photography skills or to praise my photogenic face. Even these blurry shots look unbelievably gorgeous."

"Flaunting yourself around other men like that behind Ori's back, and you still have the audacity to say such shameless things? Just wait until I send these photos to Ori and see how you argue."

"Make sure to send me a copy too; I quite like this set."

Xanthea took a sip of her wine, cutting her off.

"What did you say?"

Queenie looked at her incredulously, her face showing evidence of Xanthea's flirtatious encounters, yet Xanthea seemed utterly fearless. Was it all an act?

"Aren't you afraid that Ori will see this and dump you?"