Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo)

Chapter 927 It seems like we are arguing As soon as Vivian finished speaking, a cold and pleasant voice followed, "So Miss Shaw wantsto cto the institute? In that case, | agree!" Vivian was startled and recognized Selena standing at the back of the crowd.

Her jealous gaze swept over Selena's straight and slender legs, and she sneered, "Lady Selena, before you speak big words, why don't you look in the mirror to see if you're worthy?" She lifted her chin, looked down on Selena, and said, "Your position as vice president is given to you by the Shaw family. Without the Shaw family, you wouldn't even be able to touch the door of the institute!" Patrick walked to Selena's seat and pulled out the chair for her.

Selena casually sat down, lazily lifted her eyelids, revealing a pair of starry eyes, exuding a hint of chill, "Is the institute your Shaw family's territory?" A thought flashed through Freddie's mind like lightning, and he immediately spoke up to stop Vivian.

But it was too late. Vivian had already spoken, "The institute is naturally the Shaw family's territory! Here, | am the master, and you are not qualified to compete with me!" Selena didn't say anything, just smiled elegantly, with a strong sense of mockery in her eyes.

Vivian thought she had won, but before she could even lift the corners of her mouth, she suddenly realized that the atmosphere around her was not quite right.

She looked up and saw that everyone in the meeting room was looking at her with indescribable meaning in their eyes.

But the faint sneer and disdain were particularly obvious.

Patrick's tone was calm, his eyes full of ridicule, "Miss Shaw, you're wrong. The institute belongs to the Turner family. From its creation to its development, it was built by the Turner family. The Turner family has been the master of the institute for generations. Your Shaw family is at best a thief who takes advantage of the situation!" "A despicable thief who dares to shout such words in public... This reveals the Shaw family's upbringing!" Vivian's expression froze, and her face suddenly turned flushing.

Twenty years of speaking freely had made Vivian unconsciously forget about this fact.

Over time, in Vivian's mind, the institute had beca matter of course for the Shaw family.

Once challenged, she naturally could not control her strong rebuttal.

But in fact... as Patrick said, looking back at the history of the research institute's development, everyone knows who its real owner is. The Shaw family could justify their actions as winners and losers, but as a noblewoman from a prestigious family, to brazenly speak such twisted and shameless words in front of the researchers who know the truth... Vivian's face turned white with embarrassment and shame.

She glared fiercely at the siblings in front of her, momentarily speechless. Selena sneered and said nonchalantly, "It seems Miss Shaw still has ssense of shame." Vivian looked extremely upset and was about to get angry, but Freddie gave her a glance and said, "Enough, Vivian!" On this issue, the Shaw family was bound to be in the wrong. If they continued to argue, Vivian would be the one who would suffer.

Freddie gave Selena a cold glance and said, "Since we're here to participate in public arbitration, let's get started." As soon as they began talking about the main issue, everyone's attention was immediately drawn away from the quarrel between the two wealthy young women and focused on the two parties involved.

Dennis coldly and arrogantly looked at Lydia and walked up without hesitation. Lydia's heart raced when she saw the look in his eyes.

She looked nervously at Selena and said, "Miss Selena..." Selena looked at Lydia and said, "Go ahead." Lydia took a deep breath and suppressed her anxiety as she followed Dennis up the steps.

Patrick turned to the girl beside him. Selena sat in her chair with a wilful and restless posture, her eyes showing a hint of impatience, as if she was about to lose her temper any second.

Patrick asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling okay?" Selena had a strong self-control, even if she hadn't slept enough before, her emotions shouldn't have been so agitated. She rubbed her forehead with her slender fingers and replied in a low voice, "I'm fine." Patrick looked around but didn't see Osvaldo, and furrowed his brows. "Where is he?" Selena was taken aback, and then remembered something. She lowered her eyelashes and said in a low voice, "I think we... had a fight." Before he could ask her what had happened, Dennis had already spoken from the podium in a gentlemanly manner, "As Lydia's former boyfriend, | am willing to let Miss Lydia present her evidence first." There was a moment of silence in the room, and everyone's eyes fell on Lydia.

Selena's eyes flashed a dark light, and she looked down, her gaze scraping Dennis' face like a knife.

Lydia's anxiety grew as she met Dennis' confident gaze. She couldn't say anything else in response to the silent urging of the group, so she suppressed her panic and steadied her emotions. She picked up a pen and turned to the blackboard to write.

At first, the group didn't know what Lydia was trying to do, but after watching for a while, they realized that she was writing the contents of the design manual.

Starting from the first page, every detail was meticulously written, with no errors or omissions, not even a punctuation mark was missing. The research department team, seeing Lydia's actions, becnervous.

Dennis stared at Lydia's back, his expression first bewildered, then he seemed to think of something, and a deep sense of fear flashed in his eyes.

Luckily! After confirming Lydia's approach, Dennis completely relaxed and cursed to himself.

She really is a fool! Lydia filled the entire blackboard with writing. After there was no more space, she turned around and looked at everyone present, "This is my evidence. Every picture, every piece of data, every symbol on the design manual was filled in by me." "There's no more space to write, but you can askanything about the design concepts, the origins of the data, and the inspiration behind them... | can answer everything!" The scene fell silent.

Sof the researchers were already moved. After all, those who truly engage in scientific research can understand one thing more deeply than others - they cannot remember something so firmly if it's not their own.

Lydia's words were indeed more persuasive than all the evidence she had previously presented.

Several deans picked up the design manual and asked Lydia questions. She was able to answer each question effortlessly.

The faces of the research department team becincreasingly ugly.

In the conference room, whispers began to sound one after another.