My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

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Chapter 133 "Xanthea sure has guts to splash wine on Ms. Marlowe. No wonder she's Mr. Lockwood's woman!" "Ms. Marlowe might be the gem of the Marlowe family, but Xanthea is the heiress of the Nightshade Group. They're both high and mighty, so neither is going to let the other get the upper hand!" "You're thinking too much. With Mr. Lockwood backing Xanthea, it's not just about splashing wine on Ms. Marlowe. Even if Xanthea slapped her, the Marlowe family wouldn't dare start a feud with the Lockwood Group over it. Let's just enjoy the show." After being cooped up in the car all day, Xanthea had hoped to unwind at the party but ended up becoming the center of gossip thanks to Queenie's . Just sitting there, she could feel the eyes and hear the whispers all around.

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Feeling fed up, Xanthea stood and walked towards the serene woods behind the mansion.

"Ms. Marlowe, what happened to you?" At the mansion's fourth floor, by the elevator, the butler was shocked to see a disheveled Queenie rushing toward the study.

Queenie, tears streaming down her face, exclaimed, "Louis, I need to find Ori. I have something important to tell him!" "Mr. Lockwood and Mr. Marlowe are discussing important matters in the study with Mr. Anthony. You can't go in now. Wait until they are done." "No, I need to see Ori now! He can't be deceived by that wench any longer." Louis frowned, seeing that Queenie wasn't listening and signaled to nearby servants. They quickly approached and gently but firmly pulled her away from the fourth floor.

"When will she ever learn?" "Letgo! Letgo!" "Can't you see that wench drenchedin wine? Am I not the young lady of the Marlowe family, or is she?" "Why are you all siding with her against me!" Queenie screamed hysterically, on the verge of a breakdown. A servant, who was usually friendly with her, hurried over, "Miss Queenie, please stop crying. You're only punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes.” "Yes, exact Queenie thought, "It was all that floozy's fault, deceiving Ori, slandering him. Once I handed all the evidence to Ori, that girl would regret her actions. But having just been insulted and splashed wine, Queenie felt she couldn't let it go; she had her pride as a Marlowe.

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Biting her lip, Queenie looked at the servant beside her, a plan forming in her mind. "Linda, I need you to do something forXanthea strolled deeper into the forest, enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery, which lightened her mood.

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The woods were alive with colorful flowers and chirping birds, and playful little animals scampered m about. she had pocketed ssnacks from the party and now sprinkled them on the ground, attracting a group of fluffy-tailed squirrels.

"How adorable," she murmured, squatting down to touek a squirrel's tail when she heard someone calling, "Ms. Nightshade, Ms. Nightshade?" Turning around, she saw an unfamiliar woman, dressed in the Marlowe family's uniform.

"I'm here."

Linda caught up, smiling broadly when she saw Xanthee, "Ob, Ms Nightshade, I'm so glad I found you!" "Is there something I

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