Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1942

Chapter 1942

He spoke as if he was having the most usual conversation ever.

Yet, the men’s faces fell as they heard those words, and their eyes turned bloodshot with fear.

Who cares if we don’t get paid, but what the hell does he mean by not being able to go back?

Everyone instantly felt a strong murderous aura coming from the man standing before them.

Soon, Zylan walked away, and the young men were taken to a training ground by the bodyguards of Tilan Palace, where a cruel and devastating battle was about to ensue.

Rosalie Tilan stepped out of the palace in the middle of her birthday party clad in a fancy gown. She couldn’t stand the phony words of flattery and had to take a breather outside.

However, as the woman arrived at one end of the palace, she caught sight of a gruesome massacre taking place in the dark.

With only a wall separating them, she saw seven to eight young men in white shirts attacking each other like wild beasts that had been thrown into the same enclosure.

It was as though they could only walk out of that place alive by killing one another.

In truth, that was exactly the case.

A pale-faced Rosalie had only stood there for about three minutes, and she had already witnessed two men die.

The young woman’s chest heaved as she watched the blood seep out of the men’s bodies the moment they were stabbed. It was such a gruesome sight that she wanted to throw up.

Eventually, Rosalie fled.

Upon returning to the party, she then realized that she still preferred the luxurious life she had the privilege of enjoying as compared to the bloodbath happening outside.

Rosalie had drunk too much that night. It was noon by the time she woke up the next day, and her old housemaid kept trying to wake her up.

“Mrs. Tilan has arrived, Ms. Rosalie. Please get up”

Rosalie finally opened her eyes and got out of bed slowly.

Mrs. Tilan referred to the lady of Tilan Palace, whereas Rosalie herself had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday last night.

In order to continue living here comfortably, she couldn’t afford to burn bridges yet.

Thus, the young woman washed up quickly and headed downstairs while still in her pajamas.

“Rosie, how could you come down dressed like that?

You’re the young heiress of the Tilan family! You can’t act like this in front of Mom. You’re being so discourteous.”

Tanya Tilan spoke up in concern as she saw her younger sister finally emerge while she was in the middle of enjoying some pastries with their stepmother, Lacey Minbert.

Me? Discourteous? I’ve always behaved like this!

The nerve! Does she not know who she’s talking to right now?