Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 888 Selena, | Want you Is it possible to steal a perfume like "Heartfelt" with just scheming and tactics? Unless Selena steps down voluntarily or the "God" in the fragrance industry is willing to help Leah cheat, even if she is given a hundred years, she will still be a shameless plagiarist! Cronin stared at Leah lying on the ground, her face covered in blood, and her head lowered so that her expression could not be seen clearly. He remembered his ruined career from this moment on, and his expression became extremely fierce.

Selena stood quietly on the stage, watching the angry audience, her eyes cold and indifferent.

When everyone quieted down, Selena hooked her lips slightly and spoke in a calm tone, "I have gotten what | wanted and achieved my goal of entering the fragrance industry. There is no need for anything else.” After Leah told her those two things, Selena’s heart became chaotic. Compared to fixing the people in the fragrance industry, Selena wanted to go back immediately and investigate those two things. Callum and another person... she didn't even know if they really existed.

Seeing the confusion that flashed across Selena's beautiful face, the people blocking her way hesitated for a moment, and their expressions also froze.

Nova said anxiously, "But you haven't fixed that shameless plagiarist yet! You haven't publicly dragged those black-hearted judges out and beaten them to death! You haven't even received the champion trophy!" "Selena, you're so beautiful, how can you be wronged?" The little girl hung her head and said softly, "If you're not happy, I'm not happy either..." Selena looked at Nova's black eyes, and her gaze softened slightly. She gently pushed away the girl's hand and continued to walk in the direction of leaving, her voice devoid of joy or sorrow.

"My glory has never been given by others." "From this moment on, Nevaeh and Selena, City of Charm and Heartfelt, will be world-famous." "Even if it's been ten or twenty years, even if the fragrance industry is in chaos, my mother and | will always have a place in it!" "But it's just a trophy... huh!" Selena's pride and arrogance in her words left everyone speechless. All the judges on the stage looked ashen.

From the moment Selena smashed "Heartfelt" to the ground in anger, or perhaps from the moment she publicly announced her withdrawal from the competition, this international fragrance competition was destined to go down in history.

In the future, Selena and "Heartfelt" will be famous, and those judges who participated in this competition will be remembered for along time.

But Selena received honor and regret, while they...

were sanctioned and condemned by everyone.

The judges who had received benefits from the influential families stared blankly at Selena's determined and slender figure as she walked away. A hint of confusion appeared on their frightened faces.

They couldn't understand how things had turned out like this.

After all, it was just an ordinary competition. Selena was just an ordinary woman.

There was no absolute fairness in this world. Where there were conflicting interests, there would be disputes and hidden schemes. Compared to the ruthless methods of others, they hadn't done anything too extreme, right? They had only given her second place, hadn't they? They had not expected Leah to go and snatch her second place...

In such a situation, it was understandable for Selena to be angry, but shouldn't she have looked for evidence to prove that "Heartfelt" was her perfume and then obediently taken the second place trophy? Wouldn't that be a win-win situation? Why did Selena have to make the situation so uncontrollable? It wasn't their fault, so why did all of them have to sacrifice their reputation and future careers to pay for Leah's plagiarism? Everyone in the venue was watching Selena.

No one spoke.

In this silence, Lancelot suddenly rushed to Selena again, bowed respectfully, and said seriously, "Lady Selena, | lost! The championship trophy is yours! Please take it away!" The whole room erupted again. Countless spectators covered their mouths and let out incredulous exclamations.

On the judges’ bench, those who had still harbored a last shred of hope finally gave in.

Lancelot had voluntarily conceded to Selena... which was equivalent to telling everyone that there was indeed an insider at this international fragrance competition! Selena paused for a moment and looked at the young man in front of her. She smiled slightly and said, "You are an excellent perfumer, but Ghost..." She paused and, under Lancelot's shining gaze, said resolutely, "He is the only and unbeatable 'God'!" After finishing her speech, Selena walked towards Osvaldo, passing by Lancelot.

Everyone was looking at Selena and the entire venue became quiet in an instant.

Selena gazed at the man standing at the end of the stage, under the deep blue light, Osvaldo appeared to be stepping on stardust.

He wore the familiar black windbreaker, with his deep black and eerie eyes, shining in response to the cold lighting in the room, exuding a stunning and delicate beauty.

Before realizing what was on the man's mind, Selena had never felt that there was anything different about the way he looked at her compared to others.

But after knowing what Osvaldo was thinking, Selena suddenly realized that the way he looked at her was completely different from the way he looked at anyone else.

Amidst the vast sea of people at the convention, aside from those who genuinely liked her and those who liked perfumes, the eyes and attention of most people were focused on him at this moment.

No one dislikes beautiful things, especially when this man is so beautiful that he seems almost unreal. And yet, Osvaldo's gaze remained firmly fixed on her.

At this moment, Selena suddenly had an absurd idea that Osvaldo had not even noticed anyone else at the convention except her.

It was as if, in the man's eyes, all the people present were like non-existent.

Even when his gaze accidentally swept over Nova holding her arm, those pure black eyes exuded an inorganic coldness.

Selena shuddered, feeling a deep-sea-like fear in her chest, and her expression became somewhat bewildered.

In that moment, Osvaldo seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly his gaze became focused. His eyes met Selena's across the not-so-long stage, and under the blue stage light, she could see her reflection in his seemingly cold yet gentle eyes.

Then, that immaculately perfect man said with a smile to her in a bone-deep gentle voice, "Selena, | want you."