Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Spinning Tales to Tarnish Others

On the other side, Natalia followed the maid into the villa.

Miller Butler stepped forward to greet them. "Welcome to Sapphire Valley Villa, Mr. Clark. Assistant Cole needs to confirm something with you. Please excuse yourself for a moment."

James, unable to contain his excitement, quickly gave Natalia a few instructions before hurrying off to meet Jack.

Miller Butler then turned to Natalia, recalling the lady of the house’s instructions. A glint flickered in his eyes as he deliberately said, "Miss Selina, this way, please. The gentleman will join you shortly."

Natalia’s smile faltered slightly. "Butler, I’m Natalia..."

Miller feigned confusion. "Oh? Natalia? But Noah mentioned that this partnership was being handled by Selina."

Natalia bit her lip in frustration, her eyes reddening as she subtly laid her trap.

"This project was originally under my sister’s management, but she abruptly withdrew a few days ago, leaving me to take over on short notice. If there’s anything I haven’t handled well, I hope for your understanding."

Miller Butler pretended to frown disapprovingly. "Withdrew on short notice? That’s awfully irresponsible!"

Natalia hastily put on a concerned expression, seemingly defending Selina.

"Butler, please don’t be so harsh. My sister has been dealing with some personal issues. Ryan and I are preparing for our wedding, and she’s been feeling upset about it, which is why..."

Miller Butler’s eyes gleamed as he asked, "Oh? But how does your upcoming marriage with Mr. Carter concern Selina? Could it really be enough to make her abandon the project entirely?"

Natalia hesitated, calculating the impact of her next words. If Miller Butler knew certain things, it wouldn’t be long before rumors spread across high society...

She shook her head and offered a pained smile.

"Butler, you might not know this, but my sister also had feelings for Ryan. After certain... events, my father scolded her, and she left home in a fit of anger."

Miller raised an eyebrow with feigned disdain. "Certain events? Are you suggesting your sister tried to steal your fiancé?"

Exactly! That’s precisely what Natalia wanted to imply.

Selina had mocked her for being a homewrecker, but what if the narrative flipped in her favor? What if high society saw Selina as the shameless one?

Natalia gasped in mock alarm, clutching her hands together. "Miller Butler, please don’t say that out loud! She’s still my sister. If this got out, it would ruin her reputation. I beg you, keep this a secret."

Miller Butler stifled a laugh, feeling the weight of the recording device in his pocket. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

"You’re truly kindhearted to think about your sister despite everything, Miss Clark. I’ll prepare some tea for you. Please, make yourself comfortable."

As Miller Butler left, Natalia couldn’t help but feel smug.

After today, Selina would be in a completely different league.

Natalia envisioned herself as Logan’s esteemed guest at Sapphire Valley Villa, her status ascending to new heights. Selina, on the other hand, would be forever branded as a mistress, scraping by on the dregs of her dignity.

Natalia stepped further into the villa, her heart pounding with anticipation as she crafted various strategies to win Logan’s favor.

Her excitement, however, was short-lived.

From behind the sofa, a familiar voice rang out.

"So this is what my dear sister says about me behind my back? I’m the mistress? What’s the matter, Natalia? Did you and Ryan both suddenly develop amnesia? Such memory loss at your age—I’d suggest seeing a doctor."

...

The air stilled for half a minute before Natalia’s face turned ashen.

Selina?!

Moments ago, she had been reveling in the thought that Sapphire Valley Villa was a place Selina could never dream of entering.

But now, here Selina was!

Leaning casually over the back of the sofa, Selina looked utterly at ease.

"Well, sister? Cat got your tongue?"

The nearby staff glanced over instinctively.