Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 284

Chapter 284: It’s Time to Teach Her a Lesson
Logan turned his head, his deep gaze locking onto her.

Selina felt her scalp tingle under the intensity of his stare.

“W-what… what are you looking at me for?”

“Hunter wouldn’t,” Logan said directly, as if he could see exactly what she was thinking.

“Hunter and Riley are very different,” he continued calmly, “So different it’s hard to believe they were even raised in the same household. Everything you’re worried about—it won’t happen.”

Selina’s face flushed red, embarrassed at being so easily seen through.

She immediately denied it:

“…I wasn’t thinking anything. I didn’t think anything at all.”

Logan gave her a warm smile but didn’t call her out, just indulged her with a nod:

“Mhm. You weren’t thinking anything.”

Selina: “…”

Why did it feel like he was humoring a child?!

Still, since Logan said it so firmly, she finally let go of her concerns about Hunter.

A few days later.

As the design competition approached, Selina, representing City A University, was busy practicing at home.

Before the main competition, there was also a runway event.

Most of the famous designers, judges, and contestants would attend and showcase their work.

Gavin had heard about it and looked at her like she was nuts:

“Star’s entering a design competition? How’s anyone else supposed to stand a chance? You’re qualified to be a judge, let alone a contestant!”

Selina shrugged, unconcerned:

“Gavin, I was disqualified from the last competition because of some… reasons. This time, I’m going back.”

After all, if a top designer like “Star” competed seriously, winning first place would be too unfair.

At the mention of being “disqualified,” Gavin’s eyes darkened.

“That judge who set you up…Want me to handle him for you?”

Selina twirled a lock of hair lazily.

“Of course not. If he ‘disappeared,’ wouldn’t that just prove I was guilty?”

“Selina…”

“This time, I have to compete—for myself, and for my mother.

It’s time for Angelica’s so-called ‘genius designer’ reputation to end.”

After she spoke, Gavin fell strangely silent.

Selina frowned, confused, until she heard him let out a cold laugh.

“Actually, you have no choice but to compete now. Check Twitter.”

Selina raised an eyebrow and opened Twitter—and sure enough, she immediately saw #AngelicaDesignCompetition trending at the top.

Clicking in, the first thing she saw was a familiar design: a starry sky gown.

Her expression darkened.

It was the championship-winning piece from the design competition two years ago—and one of the designs Angelica had stolen from her.

Angelica had plagiarized her work, won the gold prize, and used it as a springboard to rise rapidly in the entertainment world.

Her fans proudly shouted everywhere:

“Our Angelica is a design competition champion!”

Selina closed her eyes slowly, holding back a sneer.

“If Angelica had any brains at all, she would’ve kept that gown buried forever.”

Did Angelica really think the real designer didn’t have any evidence?

“Back then, Angelica covered her tracks well,” Gavin said.

“She probably thinks you have no way to fight back.”

“Someone was cleaning up her mess in the entertainment industry. And now, with the Morris Family’s resources behind her, she’s not afraid anymore.”

“Besides—”

“Angelica thinks that even if you tell the truth, no one will believe you.”

—Who would believe that the so-called champion’s starry sky gown was actually designed by Selina?

—Who would believe that Angelica and the judges had conspired, swapped entries, and stolen Selina’s work?

Angelica was so sure no one would believe it that she dared to flaunt Selina’s design right under her nose, proudly basking in the admiration and envy of the crowd.

“But that’s not all,” Gavin’s voice turned oddly amused.

“Look closer. See who else Angelica dragged into it.”

Selina clicked into Twitter and started reading.

[Angelica: I won the championship in the last design competition. I won’t let my guard down this time either. Thank you, Teacher Star, and thank you, Teacher Rowan, for your suggestions and guidance. I won’t let you down!]

Selina’s eyes widened. “Who did Angelica just thank?”

She herself was Star! When had she ever “guided” Angelica?!

Angelica plagiarized her work and still dared to call her “teacher”?

Unbelievable.

Gavin raised an eyebrow, clearly amused:

“That’s why, Miss Star, you have no choice but to enter this competition.”

How else are you going to publicly slap her in the face?

After hanging up the call, Selina switched to a side account and began scrolling through Angelica’s comments with great interest.

[When Angelica won the last competition, every judge raved about her. Even the founder of the Design Competition, Mr. Margaret, said her designs were groundbreaking—beyond anything he had ever seen!]

[No wonder Angelica is so amazing—turns out she’s a student of Star and Rowan!]

[I heard that a few years ago, the Royal Chief Designer of Country Y tried to recruit Star as a mentor, and she refused. Yet Angelica managed to become her student?! Incredible!]

[And Rowan too—he’s so low-key and mysterious, but he’s also Angelica’s teacher?!]

Fans were in a frenzy, and Angelica had once again become a highly celebrated figure.

Selina stared at her screen for a long moment, about to message Rowan, when a message from him popped up first:

[Little Junior Sister, have you seen Twitter yet?]

Selina instantly felt a weird sense of telepathy between them.

[You mean Angelica’s post?] she replied.

[Yeah. Angelica is pretending to be our student. What do you think—should I say something?]

Selina’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous light, and a plan quickly formed in her mind.

Exposing Angelica immediately would be too easy.

No, better to let her dance around a bit longer…

In Logan’s study.

His phone buzzed twice.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly as he opened the message from Selina:

[Senior, how about letting me handle it this time? If we deny it now, Angelica will just bury it under the media.I’ll take care of it properly.]

And then, in another message, her righteous indignation burst through:

[I can let it go for myself, but how can someone like Angelica dare to drag your name through the mud?! She and her team need a hard lesson they’ll never forget!]

Logan couldn’t help but chuckle silently.

[Alright. Handle it your way. I’ll also attend the runway event.]

After sending the reply, he said casually to Jack:

“No need to suppress the media. If Angelica wants to show off, let her. As long as Mrs. Reid is having fun, that’s all that matters.”

Selina blinked.

Rowan’s going to the runway show too?

That means… they might meet in person?!

Should she prepare a gift for him?

She rushed to ask Miller Butler:

“What kind of gift would be good for a forty-year-old man?”

Miller Butler hesitated slightly.

“And this man… what is he to you, Madam? A senior?”

Selina instinctively wanted to nod, but froze mid-movement.

No, that’s not right.

Rowan said he wanted her to treat him as a peer and call him “senior brother”—not as an elder.

Selina awkwardly nodded instead:

“Uh… we’re more like peers. Kind of friends, I guess.”

Miller Butler immediately understood.

“Ohhh, a friendship across generations.”

Logan, who was just walking past, paused mid-step, his brow arching ever so slightly.