My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 154

Matthew stormed away from the clinging servant, his gaze lifting to the man standing regally at the staircase in the lobby.

The heir to the Marlowe fortune, the young master of the Marlowe family, Leonard? Matthew had seen him more than once in financial news segments and at high-society gatherings.

“Mr. Marlowe, good to see you!”

Adjusting his cufflinks, Matthew raised his voice, “I’m Matthew, CEO of Forest Fashion, and Xanthea’s fiancé. I apologize for intruding today. It wasn’t my intention to disturb. I’m just trying to find Xan.

She hasn’t been in touch since she got drunk last night. She didn’t answer the phone, and no one’s been able to reach her. Knowing she’s alone in the city worries me. I wonder if Mr. Marlowe could let me see her?”

Matthew? So this was Xan’s fiancé!

Leonard narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze inadvertently wandering to the kitchen before signaling to Louis with a glance.

The butler, understanding his cue, waved at a group of servants to escort Matthew out.

“What’re you doing? Let go of me now!”

Seeing the servants swarm towards him again, Matthew grew panicked.

He had introduced himself. If others didn’t know of his relationship with Xan, that was understandable, but the engagement between the Nightshade family and the Martinez family was well known in Crestwood. How could Leonard, a prominent figure in Havenbrook, not be aware?

His being pulled away now, was it a sign of guilt? Could it be something had really happened to Xan within the Marlowe Manor?

Leonard descended the stairs with a look of impatience.

“Mr. Martinez, my family are still sleeping. Please keep your voice down. Whatever it is, we can discuss it outside.”

As he reached her, he gripped her shoulders tightly, causing Xanthea to wince slightly. Confused, she said, “I’m fine, Matt, but how did you end up here?”

“Last night I called you, but it seemed like you were drunk. The call ended abruptly, and no matter how many times I tried, no one answered until the very last call.”

As he spoke, he recalled the eerie silence and ambiguous moans from the phone call the previous night. His hands tightened, his eyes scrutinizing her as if searching for any suspicious sign.

But there was nothing.

Xan looked well, along with her body, and since his arrival at the Marlowe Manor, there had been no sign of Orion.

Could it be that he had misunderstood the situation last night?

There was no one speaking over the phone, the only voice being just drunken slur, but what about the explosion?