Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 244 Do It, at Any Cost! Selena took a nap for half an hour. Then she got a video call from Osvaldo when she just woke up. She sat at the dining table, pressed the answer button, and saw the man's perfect, charming face appear on the screen. Osvaldo's face looked pale and fair, with a faintly detached coldness.

But the moment his eyes saw her, they became tender, "Call me if you need me." Selena smiled faintly, "Okay." On the other side, Christ soon received the news of Selena leaving Creephia.

The man narrowed his eyes. A dangerous intention was brewing in his heart.

When Selena stayed in Creephia with Osvaldo's support, Christ would not have any chance to hurt her. But if Selena left the city, that would be another pair of shoes.

Osvaldo knew that Christ would take action to harm Selena, yet he still agreed to let her leave at this time. Was Osvaldo. looking down upon him? A hint of cruel hostility quietly rose up under Christ's eyes.

"Master, what do we do?" Christ sneered, "Do it, at any cost!" Selena had beaten Isabel. Naturally, it was time for her to pay for it.

And if Selena died, Osvaldo would take action against him, which would definitely cause a storm in the capital. People might have more scruples, but for Christ, this situation was rather what he would be happy to see.

It was time to have some fun in this stagnant life.

He really wanted to see the way that Osvaldo went crazy for a woman.

After a short rest, at midnight, the crew officially started shooting.

The story of ‘Out Of The Ground’ originated in an unknown town.

The main character was a child called Phoebe.

It was about the epitome of the oppression of the common people by the bourgeoisie under the old society.

It was big, so big that it embodied the shadows of an entire society in the context of that era; it was small, so small that the story took place in just one dilapidated silo.

The first scene showed the young Phoebe awakened in the middle of the night by a cacophony outside the window. The little girl hid behind the door and saw the men of the town holding weapons, fighting against the fat nobleman across the street.

There was a lot of arguing and cursing, and for the first time the young child saw her refined father, with a violent expression of anger, leading the men of the town and pushing the invaders back.

The battle ended with the head nobleman throwing down his cigarette and saying "Don't you regret it!" He turned and left.

It was still dark.

The crew lit the lamps and the surroundings gradually became brighter, the dim yellow oil lamps were warming, and the dilapidated corners of the town were clearly visible to everyone.

Hattie had changed into a clean white dress, her black hair dotted with white flowers, and her hands were clutching a worn-out muppet.

She looked at the scene before her and tilted her head to look at Selena beside her.

Selena patted her shoulder and smiled in encouragement, "You don't need to talk at the very beginning. You can do it!" Hattie seemed to be encouraged. Her eyes became firm and she raised her steps towards the camera.

Everyone held their breath.

The first scene began.

In the old, clean silo, thirteen-year-old Phoebe was awakened by a cacophony of noises outside her window.

The tiny girl sat up and rubbed her eyes to find the house empty, while her father's voice came from the street outside the window with anger she had never felt before.

Phoebe froze. She climbed up and changed into her dress, grabbed the muppet her mother had made for her, opened the door and walked out.

There were a few paraffin lamps sporadically lit in the drab hallway, swaying slightly in the wind that breezing down the stairs.

Phoebe stomped down the stairs, her footsteps sounding in the empty, dead silence of the night.

She walked to the door step by step, her dark eyes peering through the crack and seeing the scene in the street not far away.

Her father was leading the men of the town, with various weapons in their hands, beating back a group of well-dressed men from across the street.

Phoebe knew those men.

Those were nobles from outside, trying to tear down the silos the locals lived in and evict them.

And it was only when her father, one of the few intellectuals in the town, led everyone in a reasoned fight that those men had failed it all the time.

Phoebe poked her heads out of the doorway, showing her little fair faces and her dark eyes, watching adoringly and expectantly as the men were evicted by the men led by her father.

Nervousness, joy, worry, fear, longing. All sorts of emotions flashed through her eyes and finally dissolved into a quiet jouissance.

A night breeze blew, and her hair was blown by the wind fluttering up. Even in the cold moonlight, that dark and shiny hair was permeated with a satin of moonlight.

Phoebe hid in the doorway, tensing her tiny body, looking at the angry father, at the arguing and angry crowd, as if she were looking into a new world.

She even saw the look of resentment in the noblemen's eyes before they left.

Fear struck the child's heart instantly, and nervousness crossed little Phoebe's face. But then there was joy in Phoebe's eyes because once again her father had managed to drive the bad man away.

She ran out of the doorway, carrying her little dress, and ran joyfully towards her father. Her sweet voice broke through the darkness, "Dad!" "Cut!" With a shout from the director, everyone in the scene was instantly jolted back to their senses before they all began to applaud.

"Has this kid really never acted before?" "There's no sign of inexperience at all. | got a strong vicarious mix of emotions!" "All of us have to cheer up. We can't be overshadowed by a young girl." Everyone was praising Hattie in the interval, but Selena was frowning.

Hattie looked at Selena's expression and walked over with her head lowered, apologizing in a small voice, "I'm sorry." Selena sighed and patted her shoulder, "It's not your fault.” There was nothing wrong with Hattie in other aspects, but only in the point of expressing her feelings for her father, it seemed too deliberate.

For others, Hattie had done well enough, but Selena knew that Hattie could have done better.

It was just that Hattie hated her father so much, and it was too difficult for her to making herself respect and yearn for him at this time.

She looked at Hattie's guilt-ridden eyes with pity, "If you can't show your attachment to your so-called ‘father’, could you imagine the person who did this to be me?" Originally, Selena wanted Hattie to imagine the father’ as her mother, but fearing that it would make the little girl sad. She gave up the thought and changed it to another way.

"Yes, imagine the role as me," Selena smiled faintly, her eyes gentle, "I would never let anyone oppress me, even if it means breaking up with the other party. If the person who walked out to protect you and faced those bad people was me, would you worry about me?"