Chapter 17
Scarlett’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up, meeting a pair of jet black eyes.
In an instant, she understood-this man knew the soul inhabiting this body was hers.
She tightened her hand. “How did you know it was me? And what exactly should I be thanking you for? Who are you anyway?”
The man gave her a cool glance. “You always have so many questions.”
Scarlett pressed her lips together. “I’m just looking for a reason to thank you.”
Outside the window, tree leaves rustled in the wind. The mortician had long since fled, leaving only the two of them in the cold room.
The man observed her silently. Just when Scarlett thought she wouldn’t get an answer, he spoke:
“Damian Frost.”
His voice, cold as a winter lake, echoed in her ears. Scarlett paused. “What?”
‘My name,” Damian looked down at her imperiously. “And your master.”
Scarlett was silent for a moment. “Sorry, but I’m not into that kind of thing.”
Damian replied, “Neither am I.”
Then what…” Scarlett pressed her lips together. “What do you mean?”
The condition for your resurrection is that you obey me and help me accomplish something.”
Jamian’s expression remained impassive.
carlett’s refusal died on her lips. After all, who would refuse a chance to live? But still…
What about this body’s original owner?”
Dead.”
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Will she become a spirit too?” Scarlett looked up at the ceiling, but saw only stark white.
Damian said flatly, “Without a strong desire, souls don’t linger in this world.”
strong desire?
carlett paused. If she had become a spirit, she must have had a powerful wish. But what was it?
he tried to think deeply, but a sharp pain shot through her head, blocking all memory.
he clutched her head. “What do you want me to do for you?”
Damian observed her silently, then extended his hand.
carlett felt a chill on her chin as Damian’s long fingers tilted her face up. His typically emotionless eyes showed a rare investigative interest. He smirked lightly. “Stay by my side for my research.”
Only those with extremely powerful desires qualify for resurrection. So what was your intensely powerful wish?”
carlett hesitated. Something flickered vaguely in her mind, but instantly scattered.
she laughed bitterly. It wasn’t just Damian who wanted to know-she wanted to know too.
The body’s original owner, Willow Hart, had no parents or family connections. Her only contact was with Damian.
That day, Damian used his position as her boss to take Scarlett from the crematorium. Watching the scenery retreat through the car window, Scarlett remarked, Everything seems so different.”
“Yes, you’ve been dead for three years.”
Scarlett’s heart jumped. Three years-she’d been gone three years. What about Nathaniel? Had he returned to Switzerland?
Thinking of him, she tightened her fingers.
The car soon reached downtown but headed toward a hotel rather than a residential area.
Scarlett frowned. “Shouldn’t we be going to my home?”
Damian gave her a cold look. “There’s a business dinner tonight.”
Scarlett noticed his ready-prepared suit, then looked down at her own office attire. She laughed bitterly.
She’d wondered why the original owner was dressed for work after death. She’d assumed Willow was a workaholic, but now realized her boss was simply a slave driver.
Scarlett shook her head. “I just came back to life. I’m not going.”
She hadn’t expected Damian to agree, but he nodded and immediately stopped the car.
Confused by his intent, Scarlett opened the door to leave. Just then, she heard him say quietly.
“The client is Nathaniel Blackwell.”
Scarlett froze, turning back to see Damian glancing at her, his cold eyes piercing.
“This might be your last chance to see him. Still sure you don’t want to go?”
CHAR 18
