Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Yasmin grabbed onto Vivian's wrist firmly. At that moment, she finally found her conscience after evil and darkness devoured her entire soul.

Puzzlement swamped the latter as she stared intently at Yasmin.

Snap! Right then, the lights in the dressing room suddenly grew dim following that sound.

“Aaaahh!” the girls at the venue shrieked in horror.

Similarly, Vivian looked up above her head in shock. Within a second, just as she felt someone grab her wrist and pull her out, she also felt a pair of hands pushing her from the back.

Following that, a clattering noise resonated through the air. Outside Vivian's line of vision, a massive black hole appeared. This time, the young lady standing behind her fell straight into it.

Nobody liked darkness, to be honest.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

When the lights lit up again, Vivian saw Kurt right before her. The youth had made his appearance again, and this round, hugging her in his arms. Turning around, she instantly fell into a daze when she saw that there was not a single soul in the dressing room.

“Where is she?”

“Someone took her to get her makeup and hair done. Don't worry,” Kurt gently comforted her while hugging her.

With that, Vivian felt at ease. In the blink of an eye, she pulled herself together and devoted her attention to the fashion show that had yet to conclude.

Little did she know that in the building where the fashion show was taking place, an opening ceremony was happening concurrently and was under the attention of various media outlets and many audiences. And not too far away, there was an abandoned, old house. Inside, Kurt sat on a stone bench expressionlessly as someone was being thrown in.

“It's him?”

member bobbed his head after

raise his glance to look and walk over

that person

did not recognize Kurt, he felt an inexplicable fear surge inside him as the youth walked up to him. It was almost as if Kurt had the presence of Lucifer

do you want

intent filled Kurt's eyes as he placidly

grabbed onto that person's chest, and forcefully smashed him toward the ground. Loud crunching sounds, similar to the ones heard in the dressing room earlier, resounded in

ribs

“Pfft!”

simply too

from that person's mouth. Standing by the side, the two SteelFort members felt their scalp prickle

has got

of ending that

life. But it seems like you're eyeing

a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood stains off his fingers. Then,

not muster the strength to speak. Tremendous fear was over

course, there was no need for him to respond. The answer was

person shut his eyes

a mouthful of water

student of the University of Pollerton and the student council secretary. We've run a check, and he doesn't

brought over a document, which seemed like they had secured while

and carefully looked