Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Attempted Assault

Selina continued, "Then I discovered the foundation had been tampered with—corrosive chemicals added. If I’d applied it to my face, my skin would have started to rot within minutes. Hayes Madam, do you think this is just a coincidence?"

Mrs. Hayes broke into a cold sweat. She never expected Rachel’s sabotage of the foundation to be caught by Selina! She couldn’t admit it under any circumstances.

Forcing a smile, Mrs. Hayes feigned ignorance. "Selina, what are you talking about? How could there be corrosive chemicals in the foundation? Rachel only added some essential oil to make it more hydrating. You’re overthinking this."

Selina curved her lips into a knowing smirk. "Is that so? Then why didn’t Rachel dare to use this foundation herself?"

The room fell into a heavy silence.

Mrs. Hayes kept her composure, barely. "Rachel wasn’t afraid to use it... She simply doesn’t need to. Everyone has different skin types, and Rachel has her own makeup artist. She already has her makeup done, so there’s no reason for her to apply foundation again. Isn’t that right?"

Rachel gritted her teeth, unwilling but compelled to nod.

Mrs. Hayes sighed in relief. "Selina, if you don’t like this brand of foundation, I’ll have it replaced. There’s no need to blow this out of proportion." She quickly discarded the foundation bottle, as though disposing of evidence.

Liam chimed in, "If this is just a misunderstanding, let’s drop the matter. Rachel, you and your mother should be more careful about Miss Clark’s preferences next time." Turning to Selina, he half-soothed, half-threatened, "Miss Clark, Logan is here. Making a fuss over foundation isn’t worth it. Let me arrange for the makeup team to create a custom look for you. How does that sound?"

Logan’s expression darkened, his gaze shifting to Selina.

Selina laughed coldly. This family trio clearly thought they could sweep everything under the rug.

Mocking, she replied, "If it were just the foundation, I wouldn’t be this angry. But what if I told you the dresses were tampered with as well?"

Mrs. Hayes’s eyes flickered, seizing on a perceived flaw in Selina’s words. She quickly retorted, "What could be wrong with the dresses? Miss Clark, I kindly arranged for a makeup artist and let you choose any dress you wanted. How dare you accuse us of wrongdoing? If the dresses were truly an issue, why are you wearing one now?"

"Mrs. Hayes, don’t be so hasty." Selina’s smirk widened. "The dress I’m wearing was given to me by Jack, and I changed in a private lounge. The reason I did that is—" she enunciated slowly and clearly, "the dresses you provided were all designed to be worn directly against the skin. That means I’d have to strip off everything I was wearing, down to my underwear, to change."

"And the walls of your changing room? They were equipped with over a dozen hidden cameras. If I had changed in there, the cameras would have captured everything. Mrs. Hayes, would you not call that a problem?"

Different styles of dresses required different dressing procedures. Selina could have avoided undressing entirely by choosing a loose-fitting gown to slip over her clothes. But every dress in the changing room required her to completely undress, exposing her undergarments—and herself—to the hidden cameras.

Given the hidden cameras, it wasn’t hard to guess what Mrs. Hayes’s true intentions were.

Logan’s expression turned deadly cold, his voice dropping dangerously. "Mrs. Hayes."

Mrs. Hayes visibly trembled, fear overtaking her. She stammered, "Lies! Selina, I’ve treated you with utmost respect because you’re Logan’s wife. How dare you slander me? Hidden cameras? I know nothing about them!"

Selina sneered. "Am I making things up? Too bad your precious daughter already admitted it."

She lightly tapped her phone, and in the next moment, a sharp, venomous female voice echoed through the room:

"Those cameras are auto-connected to the internet, and now your naked video is everywhere!"

"Who knows how many men are watching your body right now. You’re so disgusting—how dare you marry Logan! I’m going to ruin you!"

The crowd froze in stunned silence, their wide-eyed stares locking onto Rachel.