Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 848 Does she dare to dismantle me? "Shouldn't we investigate how Lady Nevaeh died?" When her daughter's death was mentioned, Daphne visibly froze, and her tears fell even more heavily. "Didn't Nevaeh die of illness?" The butler's eyes flashed with contempt and disgust, and he instantly dispensed with even the appearance of courtesy. "No, she was killed by someone!" he said, then instructed the servant standing nearby, "Escort Madam Daphne out!" On the outskirts of the capital, there was a magnificent private mansion with a pure white exterior, exquisite architecture, and a deep, restrained atmosphere that all showed the distinguished status of the owner.

Beside a misty bamboo grove, an old man in a white robe was leisurely practicing Tai Chi. Despite his advanced age and full head of white hair, his eyes remained clear, and his natural dominance was apparent.

During a pause in his routine, a butler approached him respectfully and said, "Lord, Young Master has returned." The old man paused his hand-wiping motion and then casually handed the towel to the nearby person, waving his hand.

After everyone else had left, the old man turned around and looked at the young man standing next to the artificial mountain.

If not for his black outfit, which slightly concealed his beauty, this man could be described as breathtakingly beautiful.

Aman who looked like this, it was hard to tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Antonio smiled deeply. "Why do you have time to come back today?" "Grandpa," Osvaldo called out respectfully, but with an underlying hostility.

Antonio's eyelids twitched, and he smiled. "Are you... rebelling?" Osvaldo's lips curved into a temperatureless arc, his eyes calm and undisturbed. "No, | came to ask you, your son has offended me, and | want his life. Do you have any objections?" Antonio's smile vanished from his face, and he turned his gaze to the distance.

Beyond the turquoise lake and the courtyard built by the water, the wide and peaceful scenery was like a beautiful ink painting.

Antonio looked for a long time before speaking again, his tone bitter. "Are you sure he did it with his own hands?" David had just returned to the capital. It would be foolish to provoke Osvaldo at this time. Logically, he wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

Osvaldo lowered his eyelashes, concealing the sharp killing intent in his eyes. "It doesn’t matter." Even if it wasn't David who did it personally, it didn't make much difference to Osvaldo since the person was someone under David's protection.

Antonio turned his head to stare at him, and spoke in an unpredictable tone, "That's your Uncle David, are you really going to take him down?" Osvaldo laughed, and in an instant, his features bloomed like a flower, with an eerie and cold air that made it impossible to look away. "Do | need a reason to spare him?" A murderous aura spread out from the man like a tidal wave, and the atmosphere froze in an instant. The air seemed to be filled with a hidden scent of blood.

Antonio met the man's black, demonic eyes and his own gaze became deep. "You are really getting more ruthless." Osvaldo's gaze was playful and his tone sounded innocent, "You shouldn't blame me for being ruthless, blame him for deserving it!" Antonio glared at him, "I know, it's all for that girl!" Osvaldo casually plucked a beautiful white jasmine flower next to him and twirled it in his hand. The white petals shone with a touch of carefully nurtured tenderness between his slender fingers. He lifted his eyelids and raised an eyebrow with a shallow smile. "So what you know?" In the deep and cold eyes of the man, there was a hint of demon-like malice, and Antonio was visibly stunned for a moment. In an instant, he realized that he could not intimidate his grandson, neither with his authority as an elder, nor with his power as a superior. Osvaldo did not come to ask him anything. He was just fulfilling his duty as a junior to inform the old man of his intentions, and it was a blatant act of rebellion.

Antonio's nerves tightened for a moment, he coughed, and changed the subject. "What's up with you? That girl has been home for so long, but | haven't seen you bring her home to meet anyone..." Almost at the same time, Osvaldo suppressed the murderous aura around him, lowered his gaze to the white jasmine flower in his hand, and his eyes showed a hint of tenderness. "That's something you have to ask Grandpa. When you helped me arrange the engagement with Carnelian's owner, was it because of gratitude or guilt?" Antonio was speechless once again. Many people in the older generation of the capital knew a thing or two about the carnelian that Callum gave to Lady Nevaeh. When Christ was favoring Isabel, many people in the capital knew that Isabel was wearing a priceless carnelian. At that time, Lady Nevaeh had already passed away for more than ten years, and she had hidden Selena's existence very well.

Antonio saw the carnelian and thought that it had something to do with Lady Nevaeh, so he wanted to compensate her. Little did he know that he had mistaken the person. This not only caused Selena to suffer a lot, but also almost ruined his grandson's marriage. Now Selena refuses to visit him at the Anderson family's door, and it is understandable.

Antonio felt guilty, and suggested that he should personally go to the Turner family to apologize to her. However, Osvaldo warned him that if Selena found out about the harm that the Anderson family had caused the Turner family in the past, coupled with Antonio's momentary carelessness that almost pushed her husband to another woman, she might become his enemy. Antonio was angry and decided to end the conversation.

Everyone who knows Osvaldo knows that he always keeps his word, so Antonio knew that he had to be careful. He was afraid that if Selena saw him as an enemy, his position as her grandson would be at risk. In addition, Antonio was known for his violent tendencies, which had been ingrained in him since childhood. His handsome appearance concealed his violent nature, and no one could match him in cruelty.

If Antonio dared to lay a hand on Selena, he would not hesitate to pull out a gun. After all, no one knows the Anderson family's internal affairs better than its members. In terms of ruthlessness, Antonio was no match for anyone.