Rebirth To Be The Revenge Queen

Selena almost immediately thought of the fragrance Lady Lauren had given her. It turned out to be called "City of Charm".

No wonder Osvaldo said it would be a waste to use it in the domestic fragrance competition.

Selena's lips curved into a faint smile. "I've seen it." Perhaps it was Patrick's gentle and casual attitude, Selena’'s nerves gradually relaxed.

Patrick's deep gaze stared at Selena and a faint laugh emerged. "Is it beautiful?" Selena thought for a moment. "Very beautiful.” She looked into his eyes that revealed a hint of expectation and added, "Perhaps, you may see it at this year's international competition.” Patrick coughed softly, and a joyful tone crept into his cold voice. "I'm looking forward to it." If "City of Charm" were to be reintroduced, the sensation it would cause would probably not be less than Ghost's "God".

Selena looked at his pale face and frowned slightly. "Not feeling well?" She had noticed earlier that Patrick's body seemed to be in poor condition, always coughing.

Patrick's face remained calm, and his tone was casual. "Just a slight cold. No need to worry." Selena lowered her long lashes and suddenly raised her hand, pouring a cup of hot water for Patrick. She smiled lightly, "Even a minor cold should not be ignored. If left untreated, it can become a serious illness." Patrick stared at Selena’s pretty and delicate hand for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on his icy face. "Thank you." The two of them chatted about the fragrance competition as if they were two ordinary friends who had just met.

At this moment, the hotel's rooftop collapsed one floor down.

Angie was waiting at the elevator.

The elevator door opened and a person walked out with a tray of tea cups.

Angie's face showed a hint of arrogance as she looked at the tea cups in the person's hand. Her eyes revealed a trace of unease. "Are you sure the man on the top floor drank this tea?" The woman dressed in the hotel's uniform nodded confidently with a meaningful smile. "I saw him drink it with my own eyes.

There's no mistake." Angie breathed a sigh of relief and thought of the perfect man, like God. A hint of shyness appeared on her face, mixed with a sinister satisfaction.

Other than not being as pretty as Selena, in terms of background, character, and talent... which aspect of Selena can compare to her? She is the most prestigious daughter of the Creephia family! Only a man like Ghost is worthy of her.

Although Angie was confident in her plan, she still felt uneasy. She twirled her hair and ordered, "In about an hour, find a way to bring everyone downstairs." Although she was confident, she couldn't guarantee that Ghost wouldn't get angry and be manipulated.

If he refused to take responsibility, she would have to find a way to make their relationship clear.

As long as everyone knew she was Ghost's woman, he would have no choice but to take responsibility.

The female waitress nodded with a deepening gaze and a smile, "Okay." After making sure there were no problems, Angie walked into the elevator.

At the same moment, in the ballroom.

Leah looked up at the clock on the wall.

Selena had left for ten minutes.

At this point, she should be on her way back to her room.

She took out her phone and calmly walked to a deserted corner, sending a message.

"Has he drunk the tea?" There was a quick reply.

"I saw him drink it myself. | guarantee he's not just energized, but also lively and spirited." Leah put down her phone, smiling and deleting the message.

As long as Selena was disgraced and ruined, that man would never look at her again! She no longer had the right to compete with her for the championship of the fragrance competition! She not only wanted Selena to lose everything, but also to live in a nightmare and never be able to hold her head up again.

Leah smiled faintly, and the malice in her eyes frightened a perfumer who was about to greet her as she walked by.

Hotel rooftop.

Angie cautiously walked out of the elevator.

She inquired clearly and found out that Selena's room was on the right side, and Ghost's room was on the left.

Angie walked shyly to the door of the left room, her face showing a mix of nervousness and joy.

She remembered Ghost's dominant and seductive aura, blushed secretly, raised her hand, and prepared to knock on the door.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and paused, turned around, and came to the door of the left room.

Angie stood outside Selena's room, showing a vicious smile that contrasted sharply with her innocent appearance. "Selena, you have been stealing my limelight everywhere, ruining my reputation. After today, when | become Mr. Ghost's woman, | will make you suffer!" She seemed to have already seen herself soaring to the top, crushing Selena under her feet without hesitation.

With a sinister grin on her face, she said, "I will never let you win the perfume competition, you bitch. You're destined to be stepped on by me for the rest of your life, and you will never rise again!" "Selena, watch out, | will make you suffer soon!" After venting her emotions, Angie was about to knock on Ghost's door when the corridor lights suddenly went out as she turned around.

Angie stood in a suffocating darkness and was suddenly stunned.

Before she could regain her composure, someone opened the door behind her and dragged her in.

Angie was caught off guard and dragged into the room, her eyes widening in surprise.

How could there be a man in Selena’s room? That damn bitch was actually having an affair in her room! Angie thought she had caught another piece of evidence against Selena and looked resentful and smug.

As she was about to scold and make the man leave, she suddenly heard heavy breathing coming from the darkness.

A figure that was not Ghost's came swaying out of the darkness.

Angie's body suddenly stiffened as her jealousy-filled nerves finally detected the danger.

She looked at the figure, clearly not Ghost, and took a deep breath, feeling endless chills creeping up her spine, almost scaring her to death.

She opened her mouth to scream but was immediately silenced by a hand covering her mouth.

The man was obviously an old hand at this and knew exactly how to control a disobedient woman even in a confused state.

Angie was pressed against the door, her mouth blocked, and tears of despair and fear flowed from her eyes.

She kicked and hit, struggling with all her strength to break free.