Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo)

Chapter 832 You are so beautiful, intelligent and kind Two bottles of perfume were placed on the table, one rich black and the other pure white, flowing in exquisite bottles that were so vivid they shone. Yet, they also emitted a mysterious harmony.

On the judges’ panel, the display caused a stir, and several judges couldn't help but stand up.

Lancelot's gaze fell on Selena's slender and graceful hands.

Those hands seemed to be not of this world, with each movement graceful and refined, captivating at first glance. This was something even he, who had been trained since childhood, couldn't match.

The young man smiled at Selena, his eyes shining with admiration. "You are very impressive, but | won't lose!" Selena was momentarily stunned, then regained her composure. Hearing his words, she said with a smile, "The champion will definitely be me!" With that, she turned around, walking towards the stage in her high heels.

Osvaldo was already waiting for her at the bottom of the stage. Selena walked over and naturally extended her hand, which he held as he led her away, leaving the audience to watch in awe.

Meanwhile, at the operating table, Leah placed a bottle of perfume on the tray.

The staff member holding the tray was stunned when she saw the perfume handed over, and blurted out, "How could this be..." Leah glanced at her, smiling. "Is there a problem?" The staff member seemed to want to say something, but after a moment's hesitation, realized there was nothing wrong and shook her head. "No." With that, she turned around and left, carrying the bottle of perfume.

Leah raised her head and looked at Selena's retreating figure, a cold smile on her face. Then, she turned and left through the side door where there were fewer people.

Osvaldo escorted Selena out of the World Expo gate and drove them back to their villa.

Knowing that the mistress was participating in the competition today, the butler had started preparing early in the morning, decorating the entire courtyard festively, and preparing a table full of delicacies.

Looking at this familiar scene, Selena couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

She had been too busy lately, spending all her time in the laboratory. Although the butler had arranged for her meals to be delivered daily, it was not as good as eating at home.

Selena touched her face, feeling like she had lost a bit of weight lately.

After washing her hands, she sat down at the table with Osvaldo to have lunch.

After the meal, Osvaldo went to deal with business matters while Selena stayed in her room to read. Then, she received a call from Mr. Jenkins inviting her to attend the banquet organized by the host that evening.

Selena had not planned to attend, but since the old man had personally called and invited her, she couldn't refuse.

When she arrived at the venue, it was already completely dark.

Selena brought Leia into the garden and, as she turned her head, she saw a graceful and beautiful figure sitting on a wicker chair, barefoot and lost in thought. Despite her languor, she couldn't conceal her charming and alluring demeanor.

Selena fixed her gaze on the woman's face for a few seconds and seemed to have a flicker of recognition before turning to Leia and saying, "Wait for me here." Leia looked at the woman, who reeked of alcohol, and frowned. She seemed reluctant to let Selena get close to her, but she still obediently said, "Yes, Madam." Selena didn't immediately approach the woman. Instead, she walked to the nearby garden, picked a white camellia, and held it in her hand before turning around and walking towards her.

She stopped three steps away from the woman and smiled gently, "Miss Poole, did you want to see me?" Milana lifted her eyes, her face pale but still breathtakingly beautiful. She stared at Selena for a while, as if she was looking through her at someone else. Her eyes carried a poignant sense of nostalgia, and it was a long time before she snapped out of it and sneered, "You really look like your father..." Selena smiled faintly, "Thank you for the compliment.” Everyone who had seen her said she looked like Lady Nevaeh. Only Milana said she looked like Callum. And compared to her mother's appearance, Selena’s temperament was really like Callum's.

Although the nostalgia of her inherent qualities was touching, her face was still annoying. Milana moved her gaze away and coldly snorted, "Let me remind you, stay away from the Poole family. They are a bunch of heartless people who devour others without a second thought. Girl like you can't fight them." This was a warning not to be deceived by Christ's appearance.

Selena smiled, "The Poole family is my enemy, so | naturally won't have any relationship with anyone from the Poole family. And, | have a boyfriend now." Milana couldn't help but look back at Selena’s gentle and cold smile, feeling a sense of nostalgia. She said softly, "For a woman, compared to the heartless Poole family, the men of the Anderson family may be terrifying, but they are more reliable--" At this point, she seemed to remember something and stopped abruptly, her eyes suddenly cold, and she didn't continue.

Selena raised an eyebrow, suddenly curious about the woman in front of her.

A woman, for the sake of a man who does not love her, betrayed her family, remained unmarried for life, childless, watching her youth slip away, and her life about to pass by...

Yet in her eyes, there was not even a trace of regret.

Selena did not understand what kind of emotion this was.

The education she received since childhood was to always be self-reliant and love oneself. A person should respect themselves, and others will respect them.

If a person lives in the world without any ability, that is fine, but if they lose even themselves, isn't that very sad? So she really couldn't understand Milana.

But this did not prevent Selena from developing a good impression of this woman who came all the way to kindly remind her, as if it was fulfilling a long-standing wish for Callum.

In the dark night, Selena said softly, "I think you don't look as good as my mother in red." Milana glared at Selena fiercely, as if she wanted to pounce on her and tear her apart. "Where exactly am | inferior to Nevaeh? Why can your eyes only see Nevaeh? Clearly, | have everything she has, and what she can do, I can do too. Clearly, | am even better than her..." Tears broke through her eyes, as if the suppressed grievance had reached its limit, and her pale face collapsed in tears.

Selena sighed slightly, took a few steps forward, and handed the white tea in her hand to her. "Miss Poole, you are the most beautiful woman in the capital. You don't need to imitate anyone else." Milana looked at the plain and elegant white tea in a daze.

Selena gently wiped her tears with a handkerchief and her tone was also gentle. "You are so beautiful, smart, and kind. Why do you have to treat yourself poorly for a man who doesn't love you?"