Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: The True VIP

Guests nearby chuckled softly.

Selina glanced at the couple’s watch in Jillian’s hand and remarked with a meaningful smile: "That watch’s slogan is ’One Love, One Life, Forever Together.’ Considering your future daughter-in-law’s history of being the other woman, is this gift a jab at Natalia or Ryan?"

A cheating man and a mistress—neither embody the concept of eternal, undivided love.

Selina blinked innocently. "Carter Madam, it’s your son and future daughter-in-law we’re talking about. Aren’t your words a bit... cutting?"

Jillian’s face flushed red with anger. "You’re making things up! Who said I was insulting Ryan and Natalia?"

Tilting her head slightly, Selina feigned confusion. "Hmm? Then why did Carter Madam specifically tell me you’re gifting them this watch? If it’s not an insult, are you trying to show off instead?"

Jillian was livid. Of course, she was showing off!

She wanted Selina to see the difference: while Selina could only afford a $300,000 watch, Natalia could casually get one for $3 million.

How could Selina not understand that?

Just then, Selina let out an exaggerated "Oh," as if coming to a realization: "So you were trying to flaunt something. But, honestly, what exactly are you proud of?"

"Is it Natalia’s triumphant rise as the other woman? Or your son being a two-timer who eyes the next dish while eating from his plate?"

Someone nearby stifled a laugh, unable to hold it in.

Jillian’s fury ignited like a matchstick. "You—you—"

"Big sister, Carter Madam is an elder," Natalia interjected softly, biting her lip as tears welled up. She looked unbearably aggrieved.

"Dad always taught us to respect our elders. Could you please apologize to her? Please?"

Selina cast a casual glance at her. "She’s your elder, not mine." _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

Natalia’s eyes glistened with tears. "Sister, how could you say that? Carter Madam is my future mother-in-law. Don’t you care how that puts me in an impossible position?"

At that moment, a few paying customers walked over. They weren’t privy to the backstory and immediately frowned at Selina, thinking her behavior was inappropriate.

After all, regardless of circumstances, being rude to your sister’s mother-in-law would reflect poorly on Natalia.

"How odd," Selina said with mock curiosity. "Why are you and your mom so obsessed with leeching onto relatives? The mistress’s mother-in-law is somehow my elder now? Isn’t that a bit of a stretch?"

Selina’s tone sharpened. "You’re a mistress’s child, and your mom wrecked my family. Am I now obligated to honor your in-laws? Sister, do you think I’m a saint?"

"And let’s not forget—Carter Madam and I did have a connection. I was supposed to be her daughter-in-law until you, following in your mother’s footsteps, clawed your way into that role instead."

"I’ve been gracious enough not to expose your hypocrisy. Why push me? Do you truly think I’ll politely endure a mistress, her shameless mother, and the mother of the cheating scumbag without complaint?"

When Selina finished, the room fell into stunned silence.

The guests shifted their gazes toward Natalia, their eyes filled with disdain.

Natalia’s face turned pale, then beet red, cycling between the two. Finally, she managed to whisper through gritted teeth, "Sister, I know you’re upset, and I don’t want to argue. Carter Madam, since my sister clearly doesn’t want me here, I’ll just leave..."

"Leave?!" Jillian, her reputation in shambles, exploded in anger.

"If anyone’s leaving, it’s that brat! Still buying a watch? You think you’re worthy?! Mr. Wilson, if you dare sell anything to Selina, Carter Family will cut ties with your store. Think carefully!"

Manager Wilson shuddered involuntarily.

Carter Madam’s message was clear: either sell the watch to Miss Clark and risk losing the Carter Family as clients, or eject Selina and retain their lucrative business.

Between Selina, who could only afford a $300,000 watch, and the prestigious Carter Family, the choice was obvious.

Manager Wilson’s expression darkened immediately. "Miss Clark, we’re all adults here. I’m giving you a chance to save face—leave on your own accord."