Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 690 The Truth of the Engagement Isabel watched as the ruby was taken away, her face turning pale. Suddenly, she threw herself recklessly at Selena, trying to snatch the ruby back from her.

Selena was caught off guard as Isabel squeezed her finger tightly, causing the ruby to slip out of her hand and fall to the ground by the door.

At that moment, the door burst open with a loud bang, catching the attention of both women.

Aman dressed in black stood at the doorway. He had a handsome face and an intense, ominous aura that made people shiver.

The ruby fell right at his feet.

Selena frowned when she saw Christ. She didn't expect him to arrive so quickly. She looked at Isabel coldly, thinking how lucky this snake-hearted woman was.

Isabel also saw Christ, and on her face, which usually showed no emotions, an expression of great injustice appeared unconsciously. Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed and said, "Brother, Selena... that bitch hit me and took my ruby... quickly help me catch her... kill her..." Christ's deep and sharp eyes were cold and chilling as they fell on Isabel's face. She looked pitiful, crying helplessly and begging for his help while being crushed under Selena's feet. Her appearance highlighted Selena's wickedness and cruelty.

Christ stared at Isabel for a while before finally shifting his gaze to Selena.

Selena was taken aback by his intense gaze. She felt that his aura was more dangerous than before. Was it because she had hurt Isabel? She frowned, and her eyes became cold. This man had come too quickly, and she knew that he was not aware of Isabel's crime.

It seemed that today would not end well.

With a cold smile, Selena pressed down harder on Isabel's foot and said, "It doesn't matter that this man has come. People like you don't deserve to live!" Isabel let out a piercing scream and desperately reached out to grab Selena's leg.

Selena's gaze turned cold. She was about to step back when a pair of scissors flew over from the sidelines and hit Isabel's hand precisely.

Isabel's carefully done nails were all clipped off, and her own nails also broke and bled profusely.

The woman lay on the ground, wailing and crying, begging Christ for help. "Brother, save me! Save me!" However, unlike usual, Christ did not move to protect her. He stood motionless in place, his dark and eerie eyes fixed on Selena.

It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Because of the extraordinary kiss just now, Selena dared not look back at Osvaldo.

But the way Christ looked at her made her aware of something amiss.

Selena tilted her head slightly to avoid Christ's strange and disturbing gaze.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed to disappear, leaving only Isabel's cries and sobs.

Suddenly, Selena realized that both of these men, who were always at odds whenever they met, were now too silent.

The air felt thick and heavy, as if it had soaked up blood like a sponge.

Selena frowned slightly and was about to speak when Osvaldo spoke up. "Selena, come back." Selena was taken aback and subconsciously replied, "But | haven't-" "Listen to me,” Osvaldo gently interrupted her, his thin lips curving into a cold and strange smile. "I promise that what belongs to you will be returned to you intact.” Although Selena didn't know what the man meant, she still didn't want to offend her husband in front of outsiders, especially when Osvaldo was his mortal enemy.

Selena coldly glanced at Isabel, then turned and slowly moved in Osvaldo's direction.

Behind her, Christ stared at her retreating figure and slowly clenched his fists.

Selena returned obediently to Osvaldo's side. The furniture in the room had been destroyed in the fight just now, and there was no place to rest except for the sofa Osvaldo was sitting on.

As soon as Selena came back, Osvaldo held her waist and pulled her into his arms in a dominant and possessive manner.

Apart from the slightly awkward kiss just now, Selena was used to being held by men and was not someone who would allow herself to be wronged, so she didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Christ saw this scene and his face darkened almost to the point of distortion.

The girl was held by the man in his arms, with slightly swollen lips and a piece bitten off, and her eyes still had traces of lingering tears, all indicating that she had just been "loved" fiercely by the man.

After looking at Osvaldo's delicate face for a few seconds in silence, Selena leaned in and bit him on the chin.

Call it venting anger for now.

Although Selena told herself not to mind Isabel's engagement to Osvaldo, every time Isabel accused her of taking away the man who should have been hers, she felt particularly aggrieved and unhappy.

When she got up to leave, there was a prominent tooth mark on Osvaldo's pale face.

Seeing that tooth mark, Selena regretted it a bit. Did she bite too hard? If the man went out with that tooth mark and was seen by his subordinates, wouldn't it be very unbecoming? Osvaldo looked at her remorseful expression and seemed to know what she was worried about. He chuckled softly, "Are you worried about my engagement with that woman?" Selena blinked her eyes, originally intending to pretend to be magnanimous and say that she didn't mind. After all, there was more ambiguity between Selena and Dominic than between Osvaldo and Isabel. She had no right to accuse Osvaldo, standing in Selena's position.

But when she thought of Isabel's self-righteousness every time she said that sentence, she still couldn't bring herself to say words that went against her heart. She weakly complained, "... Although it's a bit rebellious, | still want to say that Grandpa's eyes aren't very good..." She defended Osvaldo in a protective way.

Osvaldo looked at her dark and lively eyes, and his black pupils were full of laughter and coldness. "Do you want to know how this engagement came about?" Selena's heart moved.

She had only heard that Osvaldo's grandfather Antonio forced Osvaldo to marry Isabel, but she had not delved deeper into why Isabel was chosen. At this moment, listening to the man's tone, there was obviously a deeper level of intrigue.