Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: The One Without Connections Is You

Selina nearly laughed.

Apologize? To him?

She took a slow sip of coffee, eyes calm, voice puzzled. "Is Mr. Bryant really that famous?"

Mateo puffed up with pride. "Of course I—"

"How many awards has Mr. Bryant won? Any groundbreaking designs that shook the industry? How many exhibitions has he held? What’s the biggest achievement of his career?"

With every word Selina spoke, Mateo’s face turned a deeper shade of red.

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "As far as I know, you can’t answer any of those questions. Which means you’re not exactly a big deal. So what’s wrong with me not knowing who you are?"

Exactly. A designer with no awards, no acclaimed work, no public exhibitions—how could it be shocking if someone didn’t know his name?

Renowned designers were people like Rowan or Star. Compared to them, what was Mateo?

Mateo’s lips trembled with rage. He couldn’t get a single word out.

Riley gave Selina a strained look. "Selina, you can’t just... forget it, I’ll apologize for you."

Then she turned to Mateo. "Mr. Bryant, don’t be upset. Selina’s just a bit blunt—she didn’t mean anything by it."

Grabbing the lifeline, Mateo scoffed coldly, "Fine. Just because it’s you, Miss Nelson, I’ll let it go."

Riley smiled, trying to smooth things over. "Selina, Mr. Bryant may not be as famous as Rowan, but he’s highly respected in the design community. He’s the best I could find for you."

Mateo’s smug expression returned.

"That’s right. Miss Clark mentioned Rowan—what, you think only designers like him are worth knowing? Honestly, Miss Clark, you’re way too arrogant. Me agreeing to design for you is already a blessing. And you still dream of someone like Rowan?"

Selina raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Riley tried to redirect. "Mr. Bryant, we were hoping you could design a pair of wedding rings for Selina. She has some specific preferences—why don’t you two talk them through?"

Selina was already tuning out. Watching Mateo brag was a waste of time. She’d rather be asleep.

But before she could say a word, Mateo scoffed.

"Sorry, I don’t do custom work. If Miss Clark wants rings, I’ll design them however I want. No revisions. No refunds."

Selina blinked.

Was this guy serious?

She’d been in the industry long enough, and even with the reputation of Star, she’d never met someone so arrogant and ridiculous.

Disregarding client preferences, refusing input, and forcing customers to accept whatever he delivered?

And he had the nerve to call himself a private designer?

Mateo continued, full of himself. "Miss Clark, I’m very busy. I can’t just rearrange my schedule for one client, so—"

"So Mr. Bryant doesn’t care what I want, plans to throw me a random design, and expects me to accept it as is?" Selina cut in coldly.

Mateo saw nothing wrong. "My designs are highly sought after. You should be grateful I’m even offering."

"How much do you charge per job, Mr. Bryant?" Selina asked suddenly.

Riley jumped in with a smug smile. "Selina, you probably don’t know—Mr. Bryant’s work is exquisite, so it’s a bit pricey. Fifty thousand a piece. But I’m sure that’s nothing for you, right?"

Fifty grand per ring. No customization. Not even Rowan or Star herself would dare to do that.

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