Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: She’s No Lamb to the Slaughter

These ten design sketches—from the brushwork to the handwriting—were unmistakably the work of the renowned designer Rowan.

Riley’s face turned visibly sour.

Selina didn’t bother with what they were thinking. She smiled slowly.

"Sorry, Miss Nelson. It’s not that I don’t appreciate your offer—it’s just that I have a better option."

"After all, with Rowan on board, who would even spare Mr. Bryant a glance?"

Mateo’s face flushed bright red, on the brink of exploding, yet forced to hold it in.

He wanted to argue, but the worst part was—Selina was right.

Riley clenched her fists.

She wanted to deny it, but looking closely at the sketches, she knew—these were Rowan’s.

But why? Someone as untouchable as Rowan—he’d even turned down a commission from a Country Y princess.

And yet he designed ten custom wedding ring drafts... for Selina?

"Selina, I didn’t think you..."

"I actually came here today to ask for your help picking out a ring," Selina cut her off with a half-smile.

"After all, you did say you’d help me choose. That still holds, right?"

The very words Riley had once used now came back to slap her in the face.

She’d said them only to mock Selina—never expecting this.

"Oh, and why is Mr. Bryant still here?" Selina blinked innocently.

"Aren’t you embarrassed? Miss Nelson and I have business—we won’t be entertaining you."

Mateo nearly exploded with rage.

Fine, fine. Just a spoiled little brat. So Rowan backed her this time—what about next time?

Word was, Selina would soon enter a design competition. He was a known designer.

Taking down a rookie would be child’s play.

Outside the semi-private booth, people had overheard bits of what happened.

As Mateo walked out, they stared at him with contempt.

"That’s the designer who plagiarized, right?"

"And he had the nerve to compare himself to Rowan..."

Mateo gritted his teeth.

Selina—I’ll remember this!

...

Inside the booth:

Selina let out a drawn-out sigh.

"Oh no, looks like I upset Mr. Bryant. Can’t help it, that’s just my personality. You’re not mad I embarrassed your friend, are you, Miss Nelson?"

The scorn outside hadn’t let up.

Even Riley wasn’t dumb enough to admit now that she was friends with a plagiarist.

"Selina, I misjudged him. I had no idea he plagiarized."

She put on a look of guilt. "I’m sorry—I can’t believe I almost introduced you to someone like that. Good thing you already knew Rowan."

"Exactly," Selina replied calmly.

"So no need to worry that I’ll embarrass myself by not finding a designer. Now, shall we pick a ring, Miss Nelson?"

Riley’s face turned every shade of red—mostly from sheer humiliation.

She had come to humiliate Selina, to remind her she didn’t belong in Logan’s world—after all, even a decent designer was out of her reach.

But instead, Selina had pulled out Rowan—slapping her hard, and twice.

Still, Riley was adaptable. For the sake of the end goal, she’d swallow this.

Swallowing her jealousy, she pointed to two of the designs and said, word by word, "These two look... fine."

"Great," Selina smiled, completely refreshed by Riley’s bitter expression.

She gathered up the designs and stood casually.

"Thanks for your input, Miss Nelson. The coffee’s on me today. And when Logan and I get married—you’ll definitely get an invite."

With that, Selina turned and walked away.

Riley: "!"

That bitch!

She was so furious her face turned red—she wanted to kill Selina on the spot.

Meanwhile, Jack, who had quietly witnessed the whole scene: "..."

And here Mr. Reid was worried about Mrs. Reid getting bullied? She’s the one dishing it out!

...

She couldn’t hear everything, just the name Riley popping up more than once. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

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