Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo)

Chapter 374 Taking out anger for Selena Hattie asked coldly, "Did someone bully Selena?" Guessing that she might have seen all that nonsense on the internet, Leia said, "Yes there is a bit of trouble, but Madam is fine.

Don't worry, all the trouble will be gone by tomorrow morning at the latest.” Osvaldo took action himself for Selena. There was nothing that could not be solved in one day.

Hattie was obviously still uneasy, but Selena was sleeping and it was not the right tto disturb her.

"Then when Selena wakes up, tell her to call me." "Okay." Selena slept through the night before waking up, and her expression returned to her previous daintiness and grace.

Osvaldo had gone out in the morning and had not returned until now.

Selena was sitting at the table when Leia gave her the phone and said something about Hattie.

Selena called Hattie back.

Hattie picked up, "Selena." Selena heard the worry in Hattie's tone, gave a smile, and was slightly touched, "I'm fine, Osvaldo has taken care of everything, so, | didn't see anything, | didn't suffer anything." Hattie breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "Then has Osvaldo treated you badly?" Selena was intelligent, how could she not understand Hattie's worry? She smiled faintly as she remembered the scene where the man had gone to pick her up specifically in the morning to take her anger out, "Hattie, there are bad men under the sky, but there are many good men." "Osvaldo is different from those bad men." "He was very good toand never doubted me." When these things first broke out, Selena had thought about the reaction that Osvaldo would have.

But the moment she received his call, her heart felt inexplicably settled.

It seems that from the very beginning of their acquaintance, no matter how the outside world denigrated her and slandered her, Osvaldo never suspected her.

Selena did not understand where this firm trust cfrom.

But she had a vague knowledge that no matter what had happened, Osvaldo would believe her.

This knowledge made Selena's mood extremely good.

Therefore, this disaster, which for other women almost amounted to a doomsday, was inexplicably not a big deal for Selena.

The people who were smearing her behind the scenes would have been furious if they had seen this scene.

Selena smiled lightly, recalling Hattie's mental illness, and frowned again.

Often, it is not the disaster of an enemy that destroys a person, but the knife of those closest to them.

Having witnessed her mother's tragedy and seen her father's ruthlessness, Hattie already has a shadow in her heart when it comes to men.

"Hattie, don't worry, Osvaldo is very good, and my seniors are all very good." Hearing Selena’s enlightenment and making sure that she was really not affected by anything, Hattie gradually put her mind at ease.

After talking to Hattie for a while and hanging up the phone, Selena looked up at the door.

Itis dark.

Osvaldo has not yet returned.

She stirred the bowl of steaming hot soup.

The night was dark, it seemed to be about to rain and the air smelled like a storm was coming.

Selena frowned slightly. Where had the man would help her solve this trouble gone? "This tthis is literally earning money without effort. | didn't expect to have so much money to take just by saying a few words to the camera.” In the cluttered room, a group of people are sitting on the floor, cigarettes in their mouths, playing cards, with cigarette butts and empty bottles thrown all over the floor.

Behind them, in a cubicle, there is a lot of live equipment scattered around.

"But that woman is so beautiful,” someone said as he smoked a cigarette, "just looking at the pictures makes my heart itch. If we have known that she looks so pretty after removing the makeup, we should have..." The expressions on the faces of all the people showed their regrets.

"It's not too late," someone said, smiling maliciously, "It is said that we will be given another million if we did destroy that woman." "We need to talk about how we're going to make this work." "When the tcomes, there will be more than just money, we can have that woman." As they were just talking, there was a sudden loud slamming sound outside the door.

"Who?" Several of the men dropped the cards, casually fished out their knives and sticks, and alertly headed for the door.

A group of men hid in the doorway, staring at the door of the room and bellowing angrily, "Who's out there?" In the darkness, there was no no response from outside, as if the slamming of the door earlier was just an illusion.

Several of them glanced at each other, the leader ducked in the doorway and raised his weapon menacingly, while the others tightened their grab on the clubs, pulled on the door handle and gave a vicious tug.

They were greeted with a heavy smash of fists.

A few of the men were beaten to the ground just as their weapons were raised in their hands, and they didn't even get a good look at their opponents before, amidst the screams, they were sacked and thrown into the car like rubbish.

The car winds away, racing through the darkness for who knows how long before it finally comes to a halt.

The cold wind in the darkness seeps through the bones.

Several men were pulled from the vehicle and thrown to the ground, before someone uncovered the sacks over their heads.

Several men looked up with fierce faces before they could see the scene.

The man at the head of the group was about to move his backer and make a threat when he saw a man standing on the shore.

He stood there with his hands folded and a group of black-clad bodyguards with a terrifying aura, like a pilgrimage, stood respectfully behind him.

Dense rain drifted down into the wind, falling between his brows, wrapping a touch of eerie fury.

He was almost one with the night, and it was not clear whether the night consumed him or he assimilated the darkness.

The moment they saw the man's face, everyone at the scene collectively shivered, and a creeping sense of crisis swept through everyone's heart.

The punk at the head of the group remembered the Riddle family from the capital who had stood up for Selena.

His first reaction was that they had cto him.

The leader of the gang's face was pale and he made a snap decision, "We are just taking money for our work, we did not cause any substantial harm to Lady Selena. The real culprit is someone else, | am willing to give you all the clues, please let us go." The man took a step forward, his gaze looking down from above, a ghostly evil sight that pierced all the nerves in a person's body to the point that they couldn't help but shiver.

"These hands touched her picture?" The gang leader froze and was about to open his mouth to deny it, but a line of cold light swept past his wrist and his hand was violently lightened.

An extra pair of severed hands on the ground.

After a moment of solidification, blood spurted out like a faucet from the broken wound.

The atmosphere was instantly dead silent.

The bloodied tip of the knife, against his wide-open mouth, was sticky and cold, "This mouth that has called her name?" The scream that was about to cout of the head of the gang no longer dared to cout, he shook his head frantically, "No-" Another cold flash of light.

An additional ugly tongue on the ground.

The gang leader fell to his knees, his body convulsing, his instinct for survival making him drag his bloodied body and struggle to escape.

In the next second, the bloodied tip of the knife landed on his eye.

That nightmarish voice that followed him like a shadow, taking in all the nerves in his body.

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