Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 312 Who is she? Christ looked down and saw that Selena's wrist was indeed a shade of red.

He frowned and looked at Selena's cold gaze and began to reflect on whether he had really been too aggressive and scared this girl.

Christ let go of her wrist.

Selena immediately took a step back and turned around to run.

However, Chris's slender arms poked out from behind her and wrapped around the slender waist, almost forcibly taking her in his arms and leading her forward, "Come with me." Selena was so angry that she cursed, "Bastard! Scum! Scoundrel!" When Christ was scolded, he didn't get angry, but just said, "You'd better not waste your energy.” The boss lady of Blueberry Night looked to the two bodyguards off to the side and asked tentatively, "Mr. Poole..." One of the bodyguards gave her a look, "Go and find out all you can about this girl," adding, "The more the merrier, it will do you good to coax Mr. Poole.” The boss lady understood and burst into laughter, "Okay." Christ led Selena to a private room and raised his hand to push open the door.

A cacophony of noise came out.

Selena, whom Christ had tugged, walked inside.

Selena refused to go in and was so angry that she lifted her foot and kicked him.

Her little strength was negligible for a man.

It was just that Selena was wearing a V-neck red skirt today, the hem of which only reached her knees. When she kicked, the hem of her skirt swayed, and her two slender calves kept waving in front of Christ.

Christ's eyes, subconsciously, moved over.

He stared at her fair skin for a moment, his gazefalling back to the front of her chest.

Selena was so angry that she raised her hand and struck towards his face.

Christ grabbed her hand and frowned, "Be quiet." The others in the box were all looking stunned at the moment.

A woman asked, "Mr. Poole, you..." Christ ignored the strange looks and dragged Selena over to the mahjong table and asked, "Can you play?" Selena gave a sneer.

Christ let go of her hand, "You can do anything you want, but no running." Selena turned and ran towards the door.

Christ sat down on the sofa, legs folded, and said in a cold voice, "If she runs away today, then the Blueberry Night has to be close." The boss lady, who followed him in, changed her face and locked the door behind her, giving a quick wink as she did so.

Two young women ran up at once, pulling Selena by the left and right.

"Miss, play with us." "Blueberry Night isn't the kind of place you think it is, we're all just getting together to make friends, let's play card together." Selena was pulled by the two women by her arms and screamed in anger, "Get out of my way." The two women were so shocked that they subconsciously let go of their hands.

With a cold face, Selena casually picked up a wine bottle and shattered it on the table, and under the fearful gaze of the crowd, she walked up to Christ with the glass debris and placed it against Christ's neck, "What do you really want?" Countless gasps of air rang out from the floor.

Christ, however, was in an inexplicably good mood. The girl he had fallen in love with was really not a good girl who only cried.

He likes that she is tough.

The corners of the man's lips raised and he said, "I'm treating you to a game and you don't like it?" Selena smiled coldly, "I'm going home now, tell them to open the door and all get out of the way, understand?" Surprisingly, Christ agreed, "Okay." Selena smiled coldly, waiting for him to follow.

Christ looked her in the eyes and said faintly, "You'll have to give me your name." Selena's face was cold, "Get lost!" Christ narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's better for you to do as you're told, it won't do you any good to anger me." Selena said in a cold voice, "Then I'l tell you too, it won't do you any good to piss me off." Selena threw away the glass debris in her hand, took a few steps back and took her phone out of her bag.

Christ watched, not stopping her.

He wanted to know what the identity of this girl was.

He sent his men to turn the city almost upside down, without finding a single trace of her.

It was as if she had appeared and disappeared out of thin air.

Christ hated the feeling of not being able to control her.

He'd like to see who she could call in.

As soon as people came, he could find out who she really was.

There is no need to search for a needle in a haystack in the future.

Selena doesn't like to bother people.

In all this time, she had never taken the initiative to ask Osvaldo for help.

But the only person who could take her away from here tonight, in Creephia, was Osvaldo.

The man across in the room had made her owe such a great debt to Osvaldo, she would remember him.

Seeing that Selena was about to call Osvaldo, a cold voice rang out, "It is better to put the phone down." Selena listened to the somewhat familiar voice, turning her head to look before narrowing her eyes slightly, "It's you." After a moment's thought, she seemed to have thought of something and actually put the phone away.

Christ's eyebrows twitched as he looked up at the person sitting on the sofa opposite, "James, you know her?" Everyone in the compartment looked in surprise at the man who spoke out, he was known for his indifference.

But it's amazing that he would take the initiative and speak to this woman.

The curiosity of the crowd reached its peak in a flash, and various explicit or implicit gazes fell on Selena, full of scrutiny.

James had a glass of wine in her hand, her body was cold as if a layer of ice had formed, "I've seen her." Christ asked, "Who is she?" James did not answer.

The atmosphere stagnated for a while.

The hearts of the crowd were tense, lest these two men get into a fight.

And just as there was silence, another voice rang out, with a smile, "Miss, although Mr. Poole is over-aggressive, he has no ill will towards you, you don't need to be so defensive." Selena's eyes flickered, landing on the person who spoke, then a dark light flashed under her eyes.

It was a very distinguished looking man, with handsome features and an air of nobility.

In the box, Christ occupied one side alone, James sat on one side alone, and the man occupied a separate side.

The best seats in this part of the hall were occupied by these three people only.

All the rest gathered around, no one dared to approach.

Selena naturally knows what this means.

James was a friend of Osvaldo, from the capital, and the man who could sit with him like this, looking familiar with each other, must be from the capital too.

Selena put on a smile.