Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo)

Chapter 1412 Assassin

After listening to Margot's introduction, Selena tapped her slender fingers on the table. Instead of being curious about the other

party's identity, she was more interested in why they suddenly appeared in the capital.

"Can you find out what she's doing in the capital?" Selena asked.

Margot searched for information on her computer while answering Selena's question, "It's hard to say. I've been locked up here by

Mr. Chambers for almost a year now, and | haven't been paying attention to external news for a long time."

"But don't worry, Selena. Once I'm out, I'll beat up all those guys who bullied you!" Margot exclaimed.

Selena laughed. Even if Margot were outside, she probably wouldn't pay much attention to anything other than fighting. she wasn't

very good at anything other than brawling.

"It's okay. I'll have someone keep an eye on her," Selena said. "If she really has ulterior motives, Margot can go helptake care

of her!"

"Selena, wait for me!" Margot cheered.

When Selena hung up the phone, Leia cback with a cup of milk tea and a hot water bottle.

Selena got up and said as she walked out, "Leia, find someone to keep an eye on that woman from earlier."

"Yes, Madam Selena," Leia replied.

Meanwhile, a woman named Nightingale silently sneaked into the top floor room of the villa.

The luxurious and elegant bedroom had a classic black and white tone, and it seemed like it was not often inhabited by the owner,

with a chilly atmosphere in the air.

Nightingale looked around and walked into the bathroom, hiding behind a cabinet, quieting her breath.

Not long after, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Footsteps sounded.

Someone walked in and stayed in the bedroom for a moment. They seemed to make a phone call, then pushed open the bathroom

door.

The woman held her breath and suppressed her breath.

She caught a glimpse of a black-haired man wearing black clothes walking in, his eyes shrouded in shadows, his chin and the

corners of his mouth in the light, breathtakingly beautiful.

The woman couldn't help but be stunned by his beauty, but in a flash, her expression turned into a dead calm.

The man seemed to be preparing to take a shower, walked to the bathtub, and reached out to turn on the faucet.

The woman stared at the man's back and raised the gun in her hand.

Like an excellent hunter, she patiently aimed the gun at the man's vital organs.

And the man in front of her still remained oblivious.

The woman's lips curled into a cruel and proud curve, her finger fell on the trigger, and she pulled it fiercely.

There was a loud bang -

The sound of rushing water masked the moment when the silenced gun was fired. The woman had a smile on her face, ready to

reap the fruits of her victory.

Just as the bullet was about to pierce the man's heart, he suddenly tilted his head, revealing a pair of deep, sinister black eyes. The

deadly bullet didn't even touch the edge of his clothes and was embedded in the wall.

The woman's pupils shrank as she suddenly realized something was wrong. She pounced on the man, shooting at him with the gun

in her hand.

The man dodged the bullets, lifted his long leg, and kicked the woman into the bathtub with force.

As soon as the woman entered the water, she felt a bone-chilling coldness.

She struggled and tried to get up, but the foot on her head felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it impossible for her to

move.

She thrashed violently in the water, but the foot showed no signs of moving.

In the splashing water, the man lit a cigarette.

By the the finished smoking, there was no movement from the person under his foot. The man removed his foot with an

expressionless gaze and turned to leave the bathroom.

At that moment, the person who was thought to have died suddenly sprang up, holding a gleaming knife and lunged at the man's

throat with a vicious expression.

The man didn't even blink his eyes and took a small step back, evading the woman's desperate attack.

The woman, now kneeling on the ground with a pale face, gasped for air. The man standing at the bathroom door calmly lit his

second cigarette and didn't look at the woman once.

Nightingale stared at the man opposite her and smirked, "Don't you want to know who wants to kill you?"

The man took a drag of his cigarette, and finally raised his eyebrows. Nightingale shuddered, feeling a coldness run down her

spine. The man's side profile was impeccable, but when she saw his face head-on, she realized that his eyes were even more

enchanting and seductive. However, the look in his eyes was icy, devoid of any emotion, as if she was just an annoying fly.

Nightingale, who was accustomed to being proud and aloof, couldn't stand someone looking at her with such disdainful eyes.

Furthermore, the man had blocked all of her escape routes, and she knew she couldn't escape without killing him. But she also

knew that she was no match for this man.

The speed of the other party just now clearly revealed the gap between the two.

A strange light flashed in Nightingale's eyes.

She suddenly restrained the killing intent on her face, and a hint of glamour could be seen through her cold eyes.

She had just climbed out of the water, and her black long skirt was wet and tightly attached to her proud figure, outlining her hot

and curvy body without any reservation.

She smiled, cold and glamorous, dropped the knife in her hand, and walked towards the man gracefully.

"If you letgo, | promise not to trouble you anymore, okay?"

"As long as you letgo, you can do whatever you want to me."

"Or even better, | can be of use to you and help you deal with those who want to kill you."

As the woman spoke, she took off her clothes to show her sincerity and harmlessness.

She was very confident in her appearance and figure, and there were almost no men who could resist her seduction.

The man watched her approach, his delicate eyes showing no ripples.

The woman twisted her waist and looked at the man with a hint of charm in her eyes.

Just as she was about to throw herself onto the man, she was kicked out by a heavy foot.

The man's foot showed no mercy, and the woman screamed in pain.

Half-kneeling on the ground, holding her body, her face turned pale with pain, she looked at the man across from her as if she was

looking at a monster.

The man showed a hint of impatience in his eyes, and took the initiative to walk over.

The woman clearly saw the killing intent in the man's eyes.

He wanted to kill her!

This thought flashed through the woman's mind clearly, making her shiver with fear.

Large beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and in the face of the useless beauty trick, she could hardly imagine what

else she could do.

The man seemed extremely disgusted and unwilling to touch her, and casually picked up a toothbrush from the table.

Just as he was about to take action, a voice suddenly cfrom outside the door.

"Madam Selena, the young master is inside..."