Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Arrogance

Riley was convinced Logan couldn’t possibly care that much about Selina—after all, Selina was picking out their wedding rings on her own.

She also threw in a not-so-subtle jab about Selina’s low status in high society, implying that she only knew low-tier nobodies and clearly wasn’t on Logan’s level.

Pretending to help, Riley’s real goal was to belittle her.

Selina tucked her hair behind her ear. "Miss Nelson, are you worried I won’t be able to find a designer for my wedding ring?"

Riley sighed dramatically. "Exactly. All the socialites have their personal designers. Selina, you’re Mrs. Reid now—you can’t be careless about something as important as a wedding ring. If you just pick out any random pair, people will talk."

"I figured you might not understand how things work or know where to look, so I wanted to help."

Selina’s eyes shifted thoughtfully. "Oh? And who do you think is suitable, Miss Nelson?"

Riley paused, clearly setting something up. "Are you free right now? Why don’t we meet up? I know a designer who’s available. He’s not quite on Rowan or Star’s level, of course—but he’s the only one willing to meet with you. What do you say?"

Selina instantly saw through her. But when someone walked straight into a slap, Selina had no problem delivering it.

Her voice was cool. "Sure. Where should we meet?"

"A café. I’ll send you the address."

...

Selina took the ten design drafts, walked downstairs, and was just about to leave when Logan spoke.

"Mrs. Reid, heading out?"

Selina paused. "Miss Nelson said she found me a designer to work on our rings. Of course I have to check it out."

Logan narrowed his eyes slightly, just about to speak—

Selina added, tone dripping with sarcasm, "I mean, I’m not from a fancy background. I’ve barely seen the world. I obviously have no taste, can’t find any decent designers. Miss Nelson just doesn’t want me to embarrass myself—how sweet of her."

Logan: "..."

Selina waved her hand. "Anyway, I’m off."

Logan watched her go, then turned to Jack. "Go with her. Don’t let her get bullied."

...

Selina arrived quickly at the café.

A server brought her to a semi-private room with a great view.

Riley was already there, beaming. "Selina, that was quick! Come in, have a seat. The designer will be here shortly."

Then she turned to the waiter and rattled off a few Country F language. "Bring Miss Clark a coffee."

Selina raised an eyebrow at those Country F words.

When the coffee arrived, Riley chirped, "This is a Country F brand—super rare and pricey, not easy to find. You probably haven’t tried it before. Give it a taste. If you don’t like it, I can have them bring you something more... local."

Selina: "..."

Warm tone, but every word was a jab.

High-end foreign brand? A jab at her "unrefined" background.

Speaking in a foreign language? Clearly hoping Selina wouldn’t understand.

Selina calmly took a sip. "Rich. Smooth." She repeated the exact Country F words Riley had used—and then smoothly translated them into Country M language. Then, with a note of polite confusion, added,

"This brand is actually everywhere in Country F. It’s mid-tier. Not exactly rare or expensive. Perhaps you were mistaken, Miss Nelson?"

Riley sighed, clearly trying to stay composed. "He’s a well-known name in the industry, very reputable. It’s just a bit of tardiness, no need to be harsh." _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

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