Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 871 My Idol, His Name is Ghost Leah looked at Selena with a voice full of sorrow and indignation through the microphone, and everyone in the audience heard it, "Selena, with everyone saying that my award-winning perfume is yours, do you have anything to say?" As soon as these words were spoken, the condemnation in the audience suddenly came to a halt.

All eyes were suddenly fixed on Selena.

The young girls who adored Selena looked hopeful and eager, hoping that Selena would stand up immediately, take back her perfume and slap Leah's face.

Even the perfumers on stage were looking at Selena.

Facing the eager and anxious eyes of Black Crowd, Selena glanced at Leah but didn't speak.

Leah, seeing this, could barely conceal her pleasure, and her smile became more and more radiant.

For so long, Leah had been oppressed and bullied by Selena. Now her anger was beginning to explode.

Selena had destroyed so many things that Leah cherished and cared about, and now it was time for her to start destroying Selena.

Leah admired Selena's devastated expression and said solemnly, "Selena, what does your silence mean? Are you still trying to use these audiences to continue to condemn me?" With Callum in David's hands, Leah was confident that Selena wouldn't dare to ignore her father's safety for the sake of a second place.

Thinking of this, Leah was completely confident.

Selena continued to look at her coldly, not speaking, but her beautiful face was slightly pale.

Leah smiled at her, raised her chin, faced the audience, her eyes turning red, and her tone filled with indescribable sorrow and indignation, "I know that because of my affair with Dominic, many of you have a deep dislike for me. But | would like to ask everyone here to be rational and show some evidence before suspecting that my perfume belongs to Selena!" The audience was first stunned, then exploded.

Some extreme comments also followed.

"Lady Selena, speak up!" "Selena, what's going on with you? Didn't you say that you could win the championship with certainty? Why are you not saying anything now?" "Selena, even if Leah threatened you, this is a global broadcast, and everyone will help you! Please speak up!" Despite all the arguments from the audience, Selena still remained silent.

She sat quietly there, with her long hair hanging down, her face as pale as frost, her eyes containing a hint of chill, a fragile and cold appearance, making the young girls who adored her feel heartbroken.

The more extreme audience members became, the more unpleasant their comments were, and some had even started to curse Selena.

Leah saw this and felt triumphant.

In the past few months, she has been living without dignity, like a rat crossing the street.

It had been a long time since she felt the feeling of stepping on Selena's feet.

Leah finally regained her pride as a superior person, although she still wanted to continue to humiliate and provoke Selena, but this was a global live broadcast.

Selena's boyfriend, the Turner family, and the people of the Capital Cloud family were sitting upstairs at this moment, watching this scene.

Leah was never a person who would get carried away, especially since she had no foundation at the moment. If she went too far, she might directly invite disaster, so she had to be careful.

Thinking of this, Leah looked at Selena with a hint of pride, holding the microphone and looking at the audience on the scene, continuing to say, "At the domestic perfume competition, ‘Fleeting Years’ had a mistaken connotation, and | was labeled with the stigma of plagiarism, which is a lifelong shame and stain for a perfumer.” "So today, | am not only here for the second place in the international competition, but also to clear my name from the slander and injustice | have suffered before.” "I want to tell everyone--" As soon as she said half of this sentence, Selena, who had been silent all along, suddenly said coldly, "Leah, the champion has not been announced yet. What are you doing standing there for so long and showing off?" Leah's expression suddenly stiffened.

The prepared speech suddenly came to a halt.

The audience on the scene, like Selena, suddenly remembered that the ranking of this perfume had only been announced as the runner-up, and the real heavyweight champion had not yet been announced.

It was only because Leah had won the runner-up, that fact had shocked everyone so much that the noise had temporarily obscured this fact.

Who knew that Leah would actually show off like this.

It was really embarrassing! "Damn! This shameless woman! The champion hasn't been announced yet, and she's standing on the stage not leaving. What else can this be but shameless?" "Yeah, it's just a runner-up. Maybe Lady Selena is the champion!" "Leah, aren't you embarrassed? The champion hasn't spoken yet, and you, a runner-up who has been despised by everyone, are making a scene? Aren't you ashamed?" Leah's face turned pale.

Before, she would never have made such a low-level mistake.

It's all because of Selena that she's so angry! Selena! Leah hated her and dared not stay any longer. After hastily speaking a few words, she slumped back to her seat.

The carefully prepared whitewashing draft also went down the drain.

Selena glanced lightly at her and then looked towards the entrance of the venue with a pale, blank expression.

On the stage, the host realized what was happening and passionately began to smooth things over.

Lancelot looked at Selena's soft and fair face and suddenly spoke up, "If I win, I will publicly question Ms. Leah's perfume!" Selena turned her head and glanced at the young man beside her, smiling, "Thank you, but it's not necessary." Lancelot shook his head, with a hint of sharpness in his eyes, "It's not for you, Lady Selena. A beautiful perfume like "Heartfelt" should not be tainted, and besides..." Lancelot's gaze slid heavily from Leah's face, "In my territory, | absolutely will not allow any mismatch of character!" Lancelot's opponent had always been only Selena.

Selena looked at the young and handsome man beside her and whispered, "Why are you so sure that ‘Heartfelt’ must be mine?" The audience doubted Leah because the fact that she was a plagiarist had already spread throughout H country.

But Lancelot, who obviously didn't know about this before, was very convinced that ‘Heartfelt’ belonged to Selena.

Lancelot smiled and looked at her, pointing to his own eyes, "Thanks to my idol, he gave me a pair of eyes that can discover beauty." Selena was taken aback.

A thought slid through her mind, and she remembered the black perfume bottle that Lancelot had handed in. Suddenly her eyes widened, "Could it be that you..." Lancelot smiled, "Yes, Lady Selena, my idol, he's called Ghost."