Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Why did I reply them back then? Why did I do that?

“Yasmin, are you in contemplation? It's okay if you're unwilling, we won't insist. But it's a good day today. There are

so many reporters here too. I don't mind making this opening ceremony a lot more exciting.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“You don't understand what I mean? We have records of everything you've done.”

That demon then burst into maniacal laughter over the phone...

Yasmin felt her last shred of hope vanish into thin air.

Meanwhile, in the dressing room.

The place was Vivian's turf, at least for that particular day.

A large portion of the designs was her works. And even though there were inclusions from other fashion designers

she had invited, she was still the main person in charge. As such, upon arrival at the venue, the models were

basically heeding her commands.

“Look, guys. That's Ian's sister. She's not only pretty but is extremely capable too.”

“Exactly! She's amazing!”

When Zaylynn and the others walked into the dressing room and saw Vivian buried in work, they all had

astonishment and admiration filled their eyes.

Even Yasmin, who arrived later than the rest, was dazed momentarily at the sight of Vivian at a distance away.

She is very beautiful, indeed.

All along, Yasmin had been very confident about her appearance. She had received numerous compliments since

she was a child. Furthermore, she had never encountered another girl who could win her in terms of looks.

But after meeting Vivian, she had to admit that the latter was much more gorgeous than herself.

Vivian had a perfect oval-shaped face with a pair of watery, black eyes that sparkled like gemstones. Despite the

large crowd at the venue, she would still pull a sweet smile up on her face whenever someone called her. Her

appearance was honestly a sight to behold.

“Vivi, should we run a round of rehearsal after everyone gets changed?”

Susan was inside too.

She was in charge of the order of the models' entrance into the show. Therefore, there was a need for clear

communication between Vivian and her to avoid making any possible blunders.

Turning around, Vivian nodded in acknowledgment after seeing that it was Susan.

“Yeah, Aunt Susan. It's Ian's first project; we can't afford any mistakes. It'll be great if we do some rehearsals before

that.”

“All right.” Susan was totally for the idea.

With that, she led the models and headed into the dressing room. Meanwhile, Vivian stayed outside to watch the

models, who had already got changed, do their rehearsal on the runway.

Just then, Yasmin walked over.

“Huh? Why haven't you gotten changed?” Surprisingly, Vivian spotted her presence despite the crowd in the area.

At once, Yasmin stopped in his tracks.

“I... I...”

“Oh gosh. You have what it takes to be a model. You have a great figure and sharp facial features. Which team are

you in?”

Vivian grabbed onto her tightly, and after closely observing her from head to toe professionally, the former's eyes

glistened like the stars at night. Without hesitation, she inquired about Yasmin's team.

In truth, her reaction was just like any other designer. While they were particular about designing clothing, finding a

good model was also something they highly coveted.

The turn of events was, unquestionably, out of Yasmin's imagination, leaving her slightly bewildered. Before she

could try to say anything, the naive and enthusiastic girl in front of her asked her assistant to bring over an outfit.

“Hey, babe. Here you go! This dress is the flagship design of my entire collection. You shall put this on!”

It turned out that Vivian wanted to let her put on the best piece of work.

Yasmin stood rooted to the ground, unsure how she should feel at that moment.

Nonetheless, having exchanged gazes with that pair of beautiful eyes filled with hope and affirmation, she suddenly

had one thought pervaded her mind—she must not hurt her!

“What's wrong with you? Do you not like this?” Vivian had no idea that the young lady before her was her biggest

threat. Seeing her lost in deep thought, she showered her with concern.

“If you don't like it, I-”

“No, I do. I like it very much!” Yasmin finally broke her silence and quickly grabbed the dress over from Vivian's grip.

“But I don't know how to put this on. Can you help me with it?”

“Of course, that's not a problem,” Vivian agreed to it readily.

And so, the two of them headed toward the dressing room together.

As it was the first time Yasmin was removing her clothes in the presence of someone else, she was a little

embarrassed and nervous that she seemed slightly hesitant to make a move.

“Don't worry. I'm a lady too, and I can promise you that there are no pinhole cameras in the dressing room. No one

will infringe your privacy,” Vivian thoughtfully reassured in a sweet voice.

Yasmin lowered her gaze, and a slight blush spread across her cheeks.

“Great.” She then proceeded to take her clothes off.

Wow. What a perfect figure indeed. Every measurement hits the golden ratio.

Vivian was over the moon. She was so engrossed in waiting for Yasmin to put on the dress that she did not realize

strange noises sounding from the dressing room next to hers.

Click! Clack!

It was a crisp sound of something breaking.

After someone gasped in shock, the crowd outside instantly cast their fear-filled gazes toward the direction of the

dressing room. At the same time, a black figure dashed in from outside.

“Oh, my gosh. What happened? Why will this dressing room suddenly collapse?”