Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo)

Chapter 867 Bodyguard Even she had a weak spot! Leah sneered and hooked her lips.

Lancelot looked at Selena's freshly bandaged right hand and frowned, "You must be careful not to damage the nerves in your hand." Lancelot was probably the one who knew the true value behind Selena's hands.

Selena turned her head and nodded at him, "Thank you." Lancelot smiled at her and noticed that her face had turned pale. He asked, concerned, "Lady Selena, are you feeling unwell?" Selena replied in a calm tone, "No, I'm just thinking." After nodding politely at him, Lancelot withdrew his gaze.

Second floor.

Patrick stared at Selena's face, his expression cold.

He had arrived late today and was not aware of whom Selena had just met.

But he could sense that something was wrong with her mood.

She had always been elegant and confident, but for the first time, her dark eyes seemed clouded with a layer of gloom.

A hint of darkness flashed through Patrick's eyes. "Go find out who Selena just met!" "Yes!" His subordinate walked out of the room.

Soon after, the door behind him opened again, and a black-haired young man walked in, standing next to Patrick with his hands in his pockets.

Fraser had a face that seemed to bring trouble to young girls, with cold, pale skin that revealed the dark circles under his eyes from staying up late. He had a cold and unfeeling expression, giving off a sense of ruthlessness.

He stared at Selena for nearly a minute before suddenly asking, "Has your sister ever served in the military?" Patrick coughed lightly. "No." Selena's past had already been thoroughly investigated, and there was no connection between her and the military.

Fraser's handsome brows furrowed as he continued to stare at Selena. He insisted on his view, "No, she must have served in the military!" Although she didn't stand as straight as other soldiers, her overall demeanor and style were too familiar to him.

Patrick glanced at him and said, "She's just a girl who had to grow up on her own." If Selena had really been involved with the military, she wouldn't have gone through so many years of hardship.

Fraser noticed the displeasure in his tone and glanced at Patrick. He swallowed the words that were already on his lips and lowered his thin eyelids lazily. "She may not agree to your arrangement," he said.

Patrick looked at Selena sitting in her seat, lost in thought. There was a hint of understanding in his eyes. "You must protect her!" he said.

Fraser frowned. "Who is that assistant of hers, anyway?" If Leia was working for Patrick, he wouldn't have called Fraser back to protect Selena.

"The Anderson family," Patrick replied in a cold tone.

Fraser recalled the rumors about Selena and the man from the Anderson family, and immediately understood Patrick's intention. Since Selena returned to the capital, there had been too many people who wanted her dead.

The Anderson family's position was complicated, and even if Osvaldo truly liked Selena, there was no guarantee he wouldn't harm her.

Fraser put on his black gloves and spoke lazily, "If you can get her to agree, I'll help you protect her." As Callum's daughter, Selena couldn't afford to have anything happen to her, both morally and logically.

"It's not just about protecting her," Patrick looked at Selena and added proudly, "She's investigating the cause of her father's death, and you need to help her as much as possible." "Are you crazy?" Fraser frowned. He couldn't let Callum's only daughter get involved in dangerous things.

Only Selena and Fraser were left in the Turner family. Somehow, there had to be someone who stayed out of it.

Patrick had been trapped in this quagmire since childhood and couldn't get out. Selena still had a chance.

"Don't treat her like an ordinary girl," Patrick's thin face showed a hint of a smile, "Selena will surprise you." Most importantly, it was too late to stop now. From the moment Selena chose to return to the capital, she couldn't avoid it anymore.

Patrick thought of the incident and a coldness passed through his eyes.

Selena could have left without a care in the world and gone wherever she wanted. But just as the girl was about to leave, Osvaldo had used any means necessary to keep her here! Until now, Selena had no idea about it.

Fraser thought of Selena's strange aura and hugged his arms, not saying anything.

After a moment, the subordinate who had just left returned. "Young master, Miss just met Leah from Creephia.

She didn't find out anything between the two of them and was taken back to the private room by Mr. Anderson after that." Patrick's gaze swept over Leah, a fleeting glint of killing intent in his eyes. He turned and walked towards the door.

Behind Leah, David was now standing, involved with the Anderson family... no wonder Selena's face looked so pale.

On the stage, Selena keenly sensed a gaze lingering on her for a long time. She raised her head and looked at the VIP box on the opposite side of the second floor. Fraser was caught off guard by Selena's gaze, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. What a keen insight! This little girl could actually detect his peeping...

But Selena just glanced at him and probably didn't detect any malice, so she withdrew her gaze.

At this moment, many judges wandering around the venue finally decided on the ranking of the International Fragrance Competition and returned to their seats one after another.

When the four hosts returned to the stage, the noisy atmosphere of the venue suddenly quieted down. The International Fragrance Competition had reached its most tense and exciting moment.

Except for Selena, everyone on the stage, including the perfumers, sat up straight, tightened their nerves, and stared at the judges’ seats without blinking. Even the live broadcast room quieted down at this moment.

"It's finally about to start..." "I'm so nervous..." "I'm nervous too..." "Every time this part comes, | feel like I'm going to have a heart attack, but it's still so attractive..." "The champion will definitely come from Selena, Daisy, and Lancelot. | just don't know who it will be..." The stage lights dimmed, and the female host in a cheongsam took a deep breath, holding the list in her hand, and said excitedly, "After many excellent judges and heated discussions, the Fragrance Competition has finally come to the final stage!" "Next--"