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My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 484
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Chapter 484

“Don’t bother screaming, you're at the top floor of New Hotel, and even if you scream your lungs out, no one’s

gonna cto save your

New Hotel? Samuel was attending a gala there.

Barely minutes after the sleazy bald finished speaking, a series of knocks sounded on the door.

He glanced at the woman on the bed, her clothes nearly torn to shreds, and stuffed the bedsheet firmly into her

mouth, cursing as he got out of bed. “Who the heck is it? Interruptingat this hour. Mr. Nightshade?”

His tone changed in fright, his face paling.

“Sorry, sorry, | didn’t know it was you, | was out of line, mally out of line!”

Through the crack of the door, Samuel saw the woman lying on the bed and kicked the bald man flying with one

swift move.

The bald slammed into the entryway, wailing in pain. Before he could recover, a cold, hard shoe pressed down on

his face, nearly flattening out all his features.

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“Nick, haven't settled the embezzling and peddling fake mess and you still dare to cause trouble?”

“No, no, Mr. Nightshade, please spare me. Ow! Stop, please stop!”

Isabella trembled all over, tears streaming down her face as she curled up in the corner of the bed. At the sight

of the man at the door harshly disciplining the bald, she felt like seeing her guardian angel. Her mind raced back

to that summer years ago when everyone was pointing fingers and speculating maliciously about her, and he

was the only one who cover gently and draped his jacket over her.

The bald couldn't withstand the beating and passed out.

Samuel entered the room; glancing at the disheveled Isabella, almost bare, he tossed a towel her way, and took

out his phone, “What's your assistant’s number?”

The woman didn’t respond, just stared at him.

Seeing the fear and gratitude in her eyes, Samuel frowned, “It wasn’twho saved you, it was Xan”

W-What?

Samuel looked around, picked up a phone from the comer, the call still ongoing

Isabella heard Xanthea's anxious voice.

“Samuel? Is that you?”

“It’s me.” Samuel's voice was soothing. I'm here. Don’t wolTY

“Is Isabella okay?”

“She seems fine.”

“That's a relief.” Xanthea let out a sigh, “Oh remember, make sure to preserve the evidence, don’t call the cops

yet. Have the assistant take Isabella home, let her deal with it once she’s calmer. After all, being a celebrity, we

have to consider the implications”

“Got it”

Samuel's tone dripped with resignation and pampering. Did she forget how much she used to dislike Isabella for

the latter imitating her back in school? Forgot how Isabella had deliberately targeted her on that variety show?

Now that Isabella was in trouble, she was this concerned

But then again, who else but his sister would be the world’s most innocent and kind-hearted angel?

It was Xanthea, indeed Xanthea. Not only did she save her, but she was also so considerate of her situation.

Why, why had she done all those things to her before?

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Isabella filled with utter regret, tears sparkled in Isabella's eyes as she buried her head in her knees and broke

down crying.

Samuel called Wendy using her phone, and upon hearing the news, Wendy rushed over. He briefly explained the

situation and was about to leave when Isabella stopped him.

“Mr. Nightshade Can I, can | ask you for a favor?

“I wont say anything about today”

“It’s not about that. Could you arrange a meeting with Xanthea for me? | want to apologize to her face to face.”

At the weekend, Sweet Cafe.

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Xanthea arrived at the rooftop and spotted a figure sitting by the window from afar. The figure stood up

immediately upon seeing her,

She approached, glancing at her watch

“I have a seminar to catch soon, so I'm pressed for time. Speak your mind. If you're here to thankfor the

New Hotel incident, you don’t have to. Anyone who got that call would've done the same.”