All Chapters of The Resurrected Sweetheart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

What?! He's here?! For what?! Negotiating a deal?Yvonne flashed Damon a quick smile and nod as they brushed past each other. Right as they passed by, she stepped on something slippery and fell over!In her panic, her hands groped at whatever she could hold on to for balance.Finally, when she steadied herself, she looked up and saw her hand across Damon Brown's chest, clutching tightly on his shirt!She hazarded a deep breath and her gaze inched up carefully until it met the man's deep and cold glare."I, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Yvonne hastily tried to explain.Damon Brown lowered his eyes, squinting as to take a good look at her while his arms pinned her against the wall.At the same time, at the end of the corridor, the silhouette of another person materialized gradually. A person here looking for Damon Brown.If only Yvonne could free herself from Damon Brown's piercing stare and take a look at the stranger, then she would see who it was approaching: Mitchell Cook

Beside Damon Brown, Mitchell Cook took notice of Yvonne as well.Only, before he could take a good look at the face of the girl, his vision was blocked by Damon Brown who walked forward to speak to the Director.When Damon Brown moved away later, the woman had moved from her previous position into another one that he could not see anymore.Being here only for some negotiations, Damon Brown and Mitchell Cook did not stay long to finish the tour. Before long, they both left MSRA Labs.On Sunday afternoon, Yvonne received a package from Erick: a dinner gown.Yvonne had always found Noelle York to be pretty—a young and youthful sort of pretty. But when she put on the dinner gown and stood in front of a mirror, she could not believe that Noelle York could be ravishingly gorgeous.The girl in the mirror looked hardly twenty. The features on her ivory fair skin were flawless. Perfect—long, flowing black hair down to her fair shoulders, rosy-red and luscious lips, and a captivating pair

Yvonne stepped into the great hall, her senses stirring at the nostalgic thrill of extravagance and luxury that once had been a regular experience to her in her former lifetime.Scores of people drew closer to Erick, hoping to engage him in conversation and he perfunctorily introduced Yvonne to every guest who managed to garner his attention.Just then, the entire hall fell silent suddenly.A man, dressed in a smart suit, strolled slowly towards them from the entrance of the hall.Tall and strong, beautiful and yet dashing, the man walked with an immaculate presence of authority and power that swept the entire ball off its feet.Damon Brown.There was not a person in the great hall who did not look his way the moment he stepped inside.Most, if not all, of the guests that attended the ball tonight were here because of him. Eager to speak to him, they craned their necks in anticipation as he meandered by, yet no one dared to approach him because of his staggering presence.Damon

Waves of exclamation swept through the audiences at the foot of the dais. "Heavens, I wonder who this young lass is," a voice muttered. "Mr. Brown just invited her for the opening dance!""Yes! If I could have but just one dance with Mr. Brown, I'd die happy and contented!""Shhh! Quiet! I once heard about this girl who rushed to hug him, and you know what happened to her? He immediately had her tossed into the sea for the sharks!""Er... Well, I was only fantasizing... I'd never dare go near Mr. Brown!" Nevertheless, the hatred blazed in the eyes of the girl who spoke. "She already has Erick as a boyfriend! Why is she accosting the senior Mr. Brown as well!?"At the signal of the master of ceremonies, the music began playing from musicians lined on both flanks of the hall. Steered by Damon, Yvonne swayed to the dance that matched to the music.Shards of light descended from the tallest of heights above, casting shadows on the ground that accompanied the couple in their minuet.D

It took the three girls for Yvonne to leave the restroom before they could react, albeit with much chagrin and annoyance."Dammit, what arrogance!""Yeah, 'dumping Erick'? As if she's qualified to, with the likes of her!""Yeah, she should be feeling proud and honored if Erick decides to dump her! Just who does she think she is!""Screw this! We must come up with a plan to deal with her, Elmina!"As the trio of girls set about their insidious plans, Yvonne made her way back to the hall.Having fulfilled her purpose, she thought it was time she left.She said her farewells to Old Lady Brown and left a message to Erick to inform him of her departure, before she strode straight out of the ballroom.Night had come in full sheets of darkness outside, and she needed to traverse a small garden to get to the main road from the ballroom of the House Brown residence. She padded on the soft grass, making her way through the lawn. She had just passed right around the corner when she heard

Yvonne raised her chin and spoke into Damon's face mere inches from her, "You can check the CCTV, Mr. Brown. You'll find that I have only just arrived, and I heard nothing."Damon Brown said nothing and the strength from his hand did not falter. Through his suit, Yvonne could feel his muscles tensing like a tiger ready to spring."If there was anything I heard, that would only be the name 'Mitchell Cook'. I major in AI, and I know Atlantis Corporations has just recently launched their self-driving vehicle. That is why I stopped momentarily when I heard the name of Atlantis' president and did not manage to move away..."Damon's lips twisted into a sneer. "I did mention Mitchell Cook all right. But that's only because we have business dealings. So, does that disappoint you, Ms. York, for failing to get the information you seek?"Yvonne had barely any interest in the cooperation between Atlantis and Olympus. Rather, her mind was on the approaching footsteps coming from behind.Damon

Right at that moment, it was Erick and a few of the younger children who wheeled around the corner. There was no sign of Old Lady Brown.Everything was only a ruse Damon used to frighten the wits out of Yvonne."Uncle," Erick greeted Damon."Hmm," Damon returned brusquely before muttering, "I need to make a phone call." And he left.A little girl beside Erick inspected Yvonne. "Is this your girlfriend, Big Brother?" The ten-year-old girl asked him.That was Marisol Brown, the little daughter of Erick Brown's late second uncle. Her father died suddenly right before her mother delivered her, leaving only a widow and his baby daughter.Erick heard Marisol's question and cracked a sardonic smile. Maintaining his gaze on Yvonne, he said to the children, "Be careful of her. She's as deadly as a witch, this one."One of the children, a boy of barely six years who was the son of Erick's aunt gasped, his eyes as wide as saucers, "Is she the Evil Queen in Snow White?"Erick merely simper

Yvonne turned her head, and Damon's jagged and conspicuous features—his tanned skin now suffused in a luster of bronze under the sunlight—looked so beautiful to her, like the Greek god, Apollo.But what was more surprising was his willingness to rescue her after his suspicion of her. "Thank you, Mr. Brown, for saving me!" She cried sincerely.Sitting beside her, he held the reins with one hand around her slim waist, holding her so close to him that his chin rested on her head. "And here I was thinking that you would have me wheeling back to check on that woman, Ms. York," he remarked dryly."Well I suppose I would have been the one being kicked by a horse if you had not saved me, Mr. Brown." Yvonne shrugged, feigning innocence. "Why should I take any interest in that woman's wellbeing?"In fact, Yvonne would have hoped that Yvette to be killed above all else. Seeing her being viciously kicked and trampled by her own mount made Yvonne extremely happy!In her heart, Yvonne felt more

Damon's eyes trailed down to the bottom and focused on the comprehensive summary of the report that said:"Overall physical condition: Excellent""Hormone levels, calcium blood test, and organ health are all at normal values without any signs of disease."Damon gave a perfunctory scan on the rest of the report when Kyle Pegg called from the front, "There seems to be a problem outside, Mr. President..."Damon looked up and out the window. In front of him, he saw an alley with a young woman inside, surrounded by a group of men. He could not make out the faces of the people there in the darkened alley, but he knew better than to expect anything good."Call the police," he muttered simply.Kyle responded with a wordless reply and took out his phone. Before he could tap on the "Call" button after hitting 110, the car veered closer to the alleyway, allowing him to recognize the woman in distress."Mr. President," he called back again, "That seems to be Ms. York." Fearing that Damon mi

Two men in a suit stood in the way of the thugs. They appeared harmless and polite, but their eyes exuded blood-curdling fury."Wh-what do you want?!" The leader of the thugs yelped fearfully.Only the strangers responded with a flurry of punches that plowed through their air at their faces.Damon's chauffeur and Kyle, his personal assistant, were both trained in martial arts. In just several moments, they made short work of two thugs before putting a third under their feet."Leave one alive. Grill them for answers and sanitize the area," Damon's cruel and frosty voice reverberated from the shadows."Understood," Kyle answered. With the chauffeur, they expertly tied the men before he made a call, "Mr. Mayne. Bring some men. Mr. Brown wishes to cleanse this place."Yvonne was so exhausted that she could barely stand.Hardly accustomed to such exertion, the ordeal just now had wretched the last remnants of strength out of her frail body.She knew full well that she needed to get