Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 324

Chapter 324: The Rigged Game
Selina felt a strange, tingling sensation in her chest.

She glanced at Angelica, not far away, surrounded by attention like a star, and said quietly, “Good.”

“This time, Angelica will be utterly disgraced—and there’s no one left to take the fall for her.”

Logan’s voice was calm and steady. “I understand. Go ahead.”

Selina stepped out of the car. Just as she was about to head to her room, she heard a voice:

“Yeah, Selina is Star’s friend… Look, there she is!”

Selina: “…”

Fantastic. Angelica really was dancing on the edge of a landmine, clearly not dying fast enough.

She seriously wanted someone to shut her down permanently.

Angelica, as the most talked-about contestant, was swarmed by reporters.

After casually showing off how much Morris Family had invested in her, she suddenly noticed a familiar car.

She recognized it instantly—Logan’s car.

Logan actually drove Selina here himself?

Why? What made Selina worthy of that?

Angelica forced down the vicious glint in her eyes and put on a smile. “Selina, come over here. I was just singing your praises.”

Selina nodded casually, clearly unfamiliar with the word “modesty.”

“Oh? What were you praising me for? Let’s hear it.”

…

The crowd fell into brief silence, everyone looking slightly awkward.

Apparently, they weren’t used to seeing someone so shameless. Even the reporters were caught off guard.

Angelica’s throat tightened as she forced a smile.

“I was saying you must be very talented to be Star’s friend. Unlike me—no matter how hard I try, I can only be her student.”

It sounded humble, but the message was clear: Even I, Angelica, can only be Star’s student. And you’re claiming to be her friend? What a joke.

Selina casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as if she didn’t hear the shade.

“Oh, then you’d better keep working hard, Angelica. Hopefully, one day you’ll be a good friend of Star’s too.”

Angelica’s smile nearly cracked.

Selina had lost her mind?!

Fine—let her float. The higher she flies, the harder she falls.

Angelica smiled sweetly and said, “Yes, I’ve still got work to do. Not like you—you’re already at the finish line. I suppose the championship this time is yours, right?”

Joe had just arrived and heard this. He frowned, thinking Angelica was selling herself short. Based on her abilities, she was the champion.

But before he could speak, he saw Selina nod calmly.

“Mm-hmm, I think I’ll win too.”

Angelica’s expression froze.

Selina had no shame?! Admitting in public that the trophy was hers? What an ignorant joke.

But the more arrogant Selina acted, the better—it would all come crashing down soon. Angelica had already made arrangements with Rigel. This time, Selina wouldn’t just lose—she’d be blacklisted from the entire fashion world.

Angelica smiled, “Oh, Selina, I forgot to mention—Star’s student, Mr. Rigel, will be at this competition. He has veto power. I assume you know him well? Since he’s Star’s top disciple.”

Selina’s expression faltered.

Wait… Who?

Rigel… Who is that? Star’s student?

As the real Star herself, Selina had no idea who Rigel was.

Seeing the shock on Selina’s face, Angelica felt triumphant.

Clearly, Selina had been lying—Rigel’s close relationship with Star was public knowledge. If Selina didn’t even recognize the name, then she was full of it.

Ha. This was going to be good.

…

The design competition would last seven days. Each designer would be given a theme and required to create and complete a gown.

Judging would occur after the final day.

Each designer had their own private space, with no interaction between contestants or with judges. No one would see each other’s work until the end.

Selina walked into her designated room, glanced around, and smiled.

On the surface, the contest appeared perfectly fair—no contact between designers, no sneak peeks by the judges. Until each participant completed their work, everything remained completely anonymous.

But was it really as fair as it seemed?

The design rooms were arranged by the organizing committee—if there were hidden cameras inside, who would even know?

Selina slowly scanned the corners of the room. There were at least eight cameras watching her every move, clearly focused on her design sketches.

She let out a soft laugh, pretending not to notice anything, then picked up a sheet of sketch paper and began to draw.

Meanwhile…

Angelica stared at the footage from the cameras, watching as Selina’s sketch took shape. A smug smile tugged at her lips.

So sorry, dear Selina—you were simply in my way.

If I win with your design, take it as a compliment. Even if you end up in disgrace, you should still thank me.

…

Judges’ Lounge.

Logan entered quietly, wearing a sleek silver mask.

“Ro—Rowan?!”

Someone suddenly leapt to their feet, clearly shocked and excited, rushing to greet him.

“Mr. Rowan, are you really attending this year’s competition?!”

Logan’s tone was indifferent. “Give me a seat on the judging panel.”

The organizer was visibly thrilled.

“Of course, of course! I didn’t expect you to show up in person—let me introduce you to this year’s judges.”

While the judges were reputable in their own right, none came close to Rowan’s stature in the industry.

Seeing him arrive, they all stood up respectfully.

Rigel wore a perfectly timed look of pride. “Uncle Rowan.”

Logan narrowed his eyes.

Someone nearby whispered in awe, “Rigel is a direct disciple of Star. Since Star and Rowan are peers, it’s fitting he calls Rowan ‘uncle.'”

“Man, I wish I had that kind of connection. I’d be grinning in my sleep.”

The organizer quickly added, “Mr. Rowan, this is Rigel—Star’s student. You could say you two come from the same lineage.”

Star’s student?

Logan gave a faint, uninterested smile. Is that so?

Seems like just about anyone dares to claim they studied under Star these days.

He didn’t even glance at Rigel, instead asking flatly, “Who has the veto power this year?”

The organizer stammered, “It… it’s Rigel…”

Logan didn’t care what others thought. “Transfer it to me.”

Everyone gasped. Rowan almost never made demands—he hardly even served as a judge in the past. What changed this year?

“Y-Yes, of course, Mr. Rowan. Everything will be arranged.”

Without even consulting Rigel, the organizer immediately agreed to give Rowan the veto power. Rigel’s face turned a deep shade of red.

But there was nothing he could do. This was Rowan, after all.

Damn it! Rowan never shows up—why this year of all years?! Is he deliberately trying to mess with me?

Fine. He couldn’t touch Rowan, but he could take it out on the contestants.

Angelica had already instructed him to “teach that Selina girl a lesson.”

Might as well start there—too bad she was unlucky enough to end up in his hands.

…

The next day, Selina finished her sketch.

A knock came at the door.

“Miss Clark? I’m part of the event staff. Have you finished your design draft?”

Selina narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.