Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Klara's expression suddenly stiffened.

If it were something else, she might have eagerly approached him earlier.

But Selena's identity was related to her livelihood and even her life, so Klara wisely held onto her sanity, looking at Christ with some caution and staying silent.

Christ looked at Selena's indifferent appearance and smiled.

He sat down on the sofa where Selena had just sat, crossing his long straight legs in a comfortable and relaxed posture, and pulled out a short knife from his body, as if he were picking his nails, or simply playing with it. "Won't you speak?" A chill ran down Klara's spine, her face showing fear, and she stepped back several steps.

Selena glanced at her, but ignored her and turned to look out the window at the bustling city, her slim back appearing aloof and cold.

A chill flashed in Christ's eyes. "Come in!" As soon as he spoke, two black-clad men suddenly entered the room, holding Klara's shoulders and pressing her heavily to kneel in front of Christ, while she screamed in agony.

Christ lifted Klara's chin with the knife in his hand, staring at her gloomy face with an awe-inspiring look. "Are you willing to speak now?" Klara knelt on the ground with her knees bent, blood streaming down her knees, the icy blade seemed to be able to cut her throat at any moment, and she cried out in fear and desperation, "Save... save me..." Selena finally turned her head and frowned, "She's pregnant.” "Pregnant women don't get special treatment from me." Christ's expression was indifferent, appearing particularly unsympathetic.

A chill crept into the corner of Selena’s eyes.

Then, Christ's sharp gaze suddenly turned to lock onto her, his lips curving into a slight arc, his tone bland and seemingly gentle, yet cruel, "But if you're willing to come with me, I'll let her go." Selena's eyes flashed with a cold light, and she remained silent.

She suddenly remembered something.

The red agate that Leah had taken from her, Selena had guessed that Isabel might have taken it, but she hadn't had time to get it back.

If she were to directly ask either Isabel or Leah, based on the two women's character, they would definitely not admit it.

She would have to go find it herself.

Perhaps this was an opportunity...

A glint of light flashed in Selena's eyes as she smiled without warmth. "If you take me to see Isabel, I'll consider it." Christ raised the corners of his lips and replied crisply, "Sure." He also wanted to figure out what deep grudge existed between this girl and Isabel that could make them hate him just because of displaced anger.

"Fine," Selena raised her chin and looked at Klara with icy eyes. "Klara, remember this well. You won't be so lucky next time!" Christ retrieved his knife and the black-clad man immediately released Klara.

Klara collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face, trembling with fear. "I understand. | won't dare again..." Selena withdrew her gaze, stepped on her high heels, and walked out of the private room first.

Christ stood up, smiled satisfactorily, and followed her.

The black-clad man followed closely behind, and in a blink of an eye, only Klara was left in the private room.

Klara covered her fear-ridden heart and breathed heavily.

After narrowly escaping death, she could not think of anything else but took her bag and ran out quickly.

Selena walked out of the café and found a whole row of black luxury cars blocking her way.

Christ, very gentlemanly, opened the car door.

Selena pinched her phone and frowned, considering whether to call Osvaldo and let him know.

If she went back too late or had an accident, he might worry...

Christ didn't urge her, but reminded her with a good mood, "All the idle people around have been cleared out, so it's useless to shout for help this time." Selena was bold and quick-witted, and having suffered two losses, he naturally took precautions in advance.

Selena gave him a cold glance.

She remembered Christ's identity and immediately stopped calling Osvaldo.

Although she held the title of Osvaldo's wife, she couldn't give him anything if she strictly counted it.

She already owed him so many favors, and if she made him turn against Christ because of her misleading title as his wife, she would feel guilty.

Thinking of this, Selena put her phone back in her bag and bent over to get into the car.

Christ smiled and followed her into the car.

The car door closed, and a row of black luxury cars drove swiftly towards Jinxiu Garden.

At the same time.

Osvaldo drove back to the castle.

Aman walked into the hall, his eyes covered by black hair, with a hint of laziness in his slender fingers as he pulled at the collar of his shirt. He asked the servant next to him, "Where is Madam?" The servant respectfully replied, "Madam has gone out.” Osvaldo suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In the next second, he lifted his thin eyelids, revealing his pitch-black, elusive eyes. His breath also became sharp, "Where did she go?" The servant was so scared that she trembled and stuttered, "Madam didn't say, but she put on makeup and seems to be going to see someone..." Selena rarely wore makeup, and the few times she did, it was for more formal occasions.

But this was at night, and there were no important events recently.

There was only one possibility left...

Osvaldo's gaze suddenly became cold, and he turned and walked out.

That little fool still didn't know that a man was searching for her throughout the city.

Once she showed up with that face...

Osvaldo's perfect face instantly became chilling, making people shudder.

The servant only felt a gust of cold wind blowing by her side. When she looked up, she saw the tall figure had disappeared back into the darkness and gone far away in an instant.

The servant looked at the dark night outside the door.

There was no moonlight on this night, and the sky was dark and gloomy, with a tense feeling of an impending storm in the air.

In the darkness of the night, she shuddered heavily.

In the car.

Christ looked at the girl opposite him.

She slightly lowered her eyes, as if encountering a difficult problem, and frowned at the phone in her palm. Under the warm yellow light, her skin was so tender that it almost glowed.

She sat quietly in the narrow carriage, looking even more delicate and fragile.

Christ looked at those eyes that made his heart skip a beat, and suddenly felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

He always felt that a girl with such eyes should not be so deep and quiet.

If not like this, then what should she be like? An answer automatically came to mind.

She should be clean, beautiful, innocent, and completely trusting of him, just like... Isabel from his childhood.

This thought suddenly entered his mind, and Christ was startled.