Rebirth To Be The Revenge Queen

However, in the next second, her expression suddenly froze on her face.

Aman dressed in all black, except for his white skin, was standing in the crowd. He was like the darkest spot in an ink painting, capturing everyone's attention at first glance.

It was a face without warmth, breathtakingly beautiful, and enough to make one shudder.

He stood motionless, staring at Selena with his eerie black eyes.

A suffocating amazement climbed up Isabel's heart, leaving her stunned in place with her mouth gaping open and her heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

Who was he? Immediately after, she saw Luke standing next to the man.

Although Luke appeared to be standing side by side with him, upon closer inspection, he was a small step behind.

And in the upper echelons of society, this small step represented a superior-subordinate relationship.

And as everyone knew, Luke's immediate superior was only one person.

Aterrible thought screamed wildly in Isabel's mind.

He was... he was...

Isabel stared at the man's maddeningly handsome face, shaking all over.

No, no, no, no...

It couldn't be! It must be fake! But Christ and Luke's next words completely shattered all her hopes.

"So, she has no blood relation to the Anderson family?" Christ asked.

"That's right, no blood relation," Luke replied with a light smile, but his tone was sharp. "But that doesn't matter. Osvaldo personally came to ask for her. Doesn't that prove her importance?" With a loud bang, Isabel's mind went blank.

She stared at Osvaldo, and information about him automatically flashed through her mind.

Osvaldo, the young master with the highest status and weight in the capital, the next heir to the Anderson family, the only existence in the capital that could make Christ wary...

She had run away from her marriage, and her grandfather Dougie scolded her for being stupid.

Even Christ had said that losing the engagement with the Anderson family was her loss.

If she hadn't run away from her marriage two months ago, this man would have been her husband now! She was not only Christ's protected sister but also the mistress of the Anderson family, the most noble princess in the capital.

But she believed those rumors and ran away from this man's marriage, then was retaliated by Selena, and fell into her current situation...

Isabel was shaking uncontrollably like she had epilepsy.

The maid who was giving her medication was startled, thinking that she had suddenly fallen ill and was afraid of being blamed.

She asked, "Miss Collins, what's wrong with you?" Isabel seemed to have lost her mind, staring blankly in a certain direction and murmuring, "They lied to me... all lied to me..." If they didn't deceive her and say that Osvaldo was ugly and cruel to women, without any tenderness or romance, she would not have run away from the marriage.

It was all those women's fault! Isabel's face was distorted by strong regret and loss, making her features look deformed.

The two maids were so frightened by her appearance that they dared not even breathe.

They followed Isabel's gaze and saw that man.

Just one glance, whether it was an elder or a young person, made them feel as if they had been electrocuted, and they immediately averted their gaze.

Some people, the more you look at them, the more sinful they seem.

Even though Isabel was shaking like that, no one paid attention to her except for the two maids.

Christ looked at the girl next to him and judged her identity in his heart.

If she really was the little princess of the Anderson family as Luke said, he couldn't just detain her casually.

Christ squinted, "Do you have any grudges with the Riddle family?" In theory, if she really had a relationship with the Anderson family, causing the Riddle family to go bankrupt would be a piece of cake, so why go to such lengths? Selena sneered, "Can't | just dislike the people in the Riddle family?" Christ stared at her eyes, "Do you know Selena Riddle?" Selena didn't change her expression and sneered, "She's my brother's wife, how could | not know her?" "The people in the Riddle family are wicked and deserve to die!" "Oh, I know you want to ask me why | don't rely on the Anderson family and do it secretly..." "Do you think I'm that woman you raised? Like a parasite, doing nothing but relying on men to do wicked things?" "I don't need anyone's help to do what | want to do, I'm enough on my own!" "This is my last answer to you, now let me go!" Christ's thin lips curved into a smile.

Given the girl's pampered and capricious personality, this reason seems believable.

She knew Selena, and in order to vent her anger, she secretly targeted the Riddle family.

With this, everything seems to make sense.

But...

Christ still felt that something was wrong! He glanced at Osvaldo.

He knew that man, paranoid and possessive, and terrifying.

If this girl really had a special relationship with him, he would definitely not be able to stand calmly there and let him touch her for so long.

A sinister gleam flashed in Christ's eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed Selena’s chin and lowered his head to kiss her, while Selena stared at him in disbelief.

Luke's face suddenly changed.

This is going to be bad! As soon as this thought entered his mind, the man next to him moved.

Just before Christ was about to kiss Selena, his neck was gripped by a hand filled with coldness.

With a "click" sound, anyone who heard it subconsciously felt a coldness around their neck.

A trembling coldness rose from the feet of everyone.

Even Isabel, who was trapped in her own emotions, was so scared that she screamed.

No one saw exactly what happened, but the two men had already fought.

Christ was almost torn away from Selena by Osvaldo, his tall body flying backwards and hitting the wall before stopping.

If his reaction had been a second slower, his head would have been twisted off by Osvaldo in public.

Too brutal! Two maids covered their mouths, too scared to even breathe.

"Master!" Christ's subordinates rushed over frantically, holding their weapons and glaring at Osvaldo with killing intent.

And Osvaldo's men, still standing in place, had a stiff and cold expression, with the icy blood of an elite killer in their eyes.

The strong killing intent pervaded the air, and the atmosphere was as tense as a string that could break at any moment.

Isabel had just started screaming, but seeing this situation, she dared not even make a sound.

She covered her mouth, her face pale, and unconsciously started to step back, fearing that she would be hurt.

Christ straightened his body, pulled his skewed collar, suppressed the sweet blood rushing up his throat, but smiled.

His bloodthirsty eyes stared at Osvaldo, and he asked in a slow and deliberate manner, "Who is she?"