Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Riley broke out in a cold sweat when she saw what was happening.

She stopped replying to Sabrina's texts and instead directed her attention to the bridge.

As expected, Vivian opened the show with a bang. The foreign models who awaited their turn to go on stage wore

sour expressions on their faces.

They whined among themselves. “What's happening? Didn't they say this was a tourist destination too small for a

proper fashion show?”

One of the staff from Hawen complained furiously, “Exactly! That's the only reason I asked to come here. Why did it

suddenly become a professional show? Who the heck is that girl? She even knows what to do on a fashion runway.”

At first sight, the mysterious models on the bridge appeared to be tribe members that Vivian had haphazardly

pulled out of the crowd.

However, anyone experienced in the industry knew that it was all part of a deliberate runway design. Only a true

expert in fashion design could devise the setting for today's show.

Indeed, the success of a fashion show relied on more than the featured lines of clothing. Runway design and

environment played equally vital roles in creating a successful show. If all these factors aligned beautifully, a

masterpiece would be born.

Although the foreign models had received professional training before arriving in Elysium, they did not treat the

fashion show seriously after hearing that it was merely a tourist spot.

Thus, Vivian's Easter egg in the second half of the show both amazed and enraged the models.

Alas, despite their disgruntlement, they had no choice but to walk the runway.

As expected, they paled sorely in comparison to her spectacular opening. While the audience oohed and aahed

over the foreigners earlier, few spared them a glance during the second half of the show.

Even the reporters looked bored.

The models fumed at the sight.

Vivian had led the Elysians off the stage by then. She knew her plan was a success judging by the audience's

enthusiasm and delight. All that was left was to share the good news with her Elysian models.

Suddenly, a young woman dashed into the clearing.

“What are you doing? Who gave you the right to parade before so many people? The audacity! Did you forget the

laws of Elysium?”

The intruder's beautiful face twisted into an ugly scowl.

The Elysians' initial happiness dissolved into fear seeing Lucy. After all, she had received the honor of serving their

prince as an attendant, and she could very well be their future queen.

“Ms. Lucy, w-we didn't mean it.”

“Yes, Ms. Lucy. T-This young lady said she c-could help us sell our fabrics and silver jewelry.... We wanted t-to make

more money for our families, you see. That's why we agreed to her plans.”

They practically stammered through their explanations.

Even the mother and son whom Vivian had found earlier began shaking like leaves at the sight.

Lucy instantly whirled around, glaring daggers at Vivian. Her gaze simmered with rage and hatred, and the latter

was at a loss for what to do.

Did a few worms really turn her into this? We used to be such great friends. She helped us countless times upon our

arrival, and she seemed friendly and kind. What could've caused such a drastic change to her personality?

Vivian's expression dimmed as she appraised the young woman who was once her friend.

Meanwhile, Lucy pressed on, “You again! Why is the Princess of the Jadesons always interfering with the ways of the

Elysium tribe? What are you planning? Do you have any idea about the negative effects your actions have inflicted

on our tribe?”

“Negative effects? What effects?” Vivian was upset, but her emotions did not cloud her logical judgment.

She argued, “I don't suppose the 'negative effects' would be the exposure of your tribe's living conditions to the

world, huh? What's wrong with revealing all this to the world? Will locking them up forever put food on their tables?

Will it clothe them? Will it give them money?”

“You-”

Vivian interrupted Lucy, “Let me tell you something, Lucy. The only way to give these people a better life is to open

the tribe to the outside world. Let others understand your ways and let your tribe share its beautiful and rich culture

with the world. That is the best way to lead this tribe to prosperity.”

The seventeen-year-old girl stood her ground defiantly, not a hint of her usual smiley self in sight. Vivian had never

seemed fiercer and colder than at that very moment.

In fact, she looked like a true-blue princess as she lectured the Elysians with such a formidable and righteous air

that everyone listened to her in silent awe. Her logic was impeccable.

That was around the time Kurt showed up.

He had heard about the fashion show, and he rushed over from Elysium to assess the situation on behalf of the

royal family.

To his surprise, the first thing he witnessed upon arrival was Vivian's impressive lecture.

Lucy sputtered, “W-What do you know? Leave the decision to our tribe. We can do whatever we want. It's none of

your business.”

“Why is it none of my business? I'm a member of the Jadesons, and my father oversees the economy of the entire

country. Elysium falls under his jurisdiction. That is, unless, the Elysian royal family is planning to declare its

independence,” came Vivian's retort.