Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'-Chapter 334: A Truth on the Verge of Exposure

The female manager at the side looked visibly annoyed—this was Star, for crying out loud. If Mrs. Perry had the right to be here, why the hell wouldn’t Star?

But Selina merely lifted her hand, signaling the manager to stay quiet, then turned to Mrs. Perry with a bright, polite smile.

"Mrs. Perry, your house is practically on fire, and you still care whether I belong here?"

"You—" Mrs. Perry gritted her teeth, barely keeping it together. "Wretched thing! Where the hell are Rowan and Logan?! I’m going to give Logan a piece of my mind! What, is the Perry Family starving him? Denying him clothes? How dare he do this to his own family!?"

Selina’s expression didn’t change. "Mrs. Perry, you still haven’t answered my question—those product issues, you said they were Logan’s fault?"

"They absolutely were! Those bags—"

"But Logan was never allowed to touch Perry Family business."

Selina paused briefly, her tone casual. "Everyone knows Owen was always the favorite. Logan has no shares, no power, no say in Perry Group. So how exactly could he interfere in your operations?"

Mrs. Perry’s face twisted in rage. "Are you accusing me of lying—"

"Oh, are you saying Rowan and Logan conspired to sabotage the Perry Family? Mrs. Perry, maybe you’ve overestimated your importance. Ever since the matriarch stopped overseeing Perry Family business, your entire empire has gone downhill. What’s there for Rowan to even bother scheming over?"

The manager nodded silently.

Exactly—Rowan’s status was far above this. Picking a fight with the Perry Family? That’s giving them way too much credit.

Everyone had heard what happened: Perry Group’s handbag line had several pieces that were identical to designs Rowan released three years ago. After Rowan’s lawyers filed a suit, the Perrys actually claimed that Mr. Reid had given them the designs and framed them on purpose.

They even said Mr. Reid and Rowan were friends and had colluded to take down the Perry Family.

What a joke.

Mrs. Perry’s face turned a deep red. "You—you—!"

The truth was, she hadn’t lied—the designs were stolen from Logan. But what was she supposed to do, admit it? Damn it. Things had gone smoothly before, so why the hell did it blow up now?

Logan was supposed to be the one getting sued!

But now? No proof. No defense. And worst of all, she was sure Logan did this deliberately. That bastard!

Selina watched her face shift from red to white and back again. She didn’t have time for this circus.

"You really gonna let them keep shouting?" she asked the manager, clearly unimpressed.

The manager snapped to attention. "Of course not, Miss Star. We’ll escort them out immediately."

Once the crowd dispersed, Selina called for her driver and returned to her villa at Sapphire Valley.

Upstairs, she opened her laptop and scrolled past the avalanche of Angelica scandals until she finally found the one she wanted—Perry Group’s handbag plagiarism case.

Five designs were under legal fire.

Selina clicked through them, and her brows lifted.

Perry Group was bold—those designs screamed Rowan. They were iconic, timeless bestsellers that had been released years ago. Selina had two of those bags in her own closet.

Did Perry Group not vet their designs at all before production?

Or... had someone guided them into thinking these were safe bets?

Then she remembered what Mrs. Perry had said—about Logan.

Selina opened a new tab and searched Logan + Perry Group.

A cool, smooth voice cut in behind her.

"What’s Mrs. Reid looking at?"

Selina jolted, mouse slipping. Logan stood leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, one brow raised with a half-smirk. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Caught red-handed.

Selina frantically tried to close the tab, but couldn’t. "I—I was just..."

"The Head of the Reid Group and the Perry Group..."

Logan stepped forward, leaning over until he completely enveloped her in his arms. His chin rested lightly on her shoulder, and his hand slid over hers, guiding the mouse.

Selina’s heart raced. The man’s scent surrounded her, threatening to drown her entirely.

He had clearly just showered—his damp hair brushed against her cheek, every touch sending a jolt down her spine.

"If Mrs. Reid is this curious," Logan murmured beside her ear, "why not just ask me directly?"

Selina’s brain short-circuited. "Huh? What am I asking?"

"I’m guessing Mrs. Perry came to cause a scene with Rowan today?"

His tone was calm and matter-of-fact—not a question, but a statement. "You ran into her, didn’t you?"

Selina finally caught up and nodded. "She said you and Rowan ganged up on her."

Logan chuckled quietly, voice dropping low.

"So, Mrs. Reid—do you think she’s telling the truth?"

Selina’s eyes darted everywhere, unsure how to respond.

"I think... whatever you do must have your reasons. Yeah, that’s it!"

His smirk widened. There was a faint glimmer in his eyes, like he’d expected her to figure it out.

"Smart girl," he said softly. "You guessed right."

Selina tilted her head, frowning slightly. "But here’s what I don’t get. You never interfere in Perry Group’s business, and even if you gave them design drafts, they wouldn’t take them. They’ve made it clear they want nothing to do with you."

Logan’s tone was casual. "Sometimes, Mrs. Reid, you don’t need to strike first. You just need to let the enemy take the bait."

Selina thought it over. A few seconds later, her eyes went wide.

"You mean...?"

Logan didn’t deny it. Half his face was hidden in shadow, and his voice had a rasp to it.

"They’ll never find proof."

And she understood.

This—this was what it meant to destroy someone without ever laying a finger on them.

Logan had watched Perry Family’s every move, never once intervening. He let Mrs. Perry believe she could keep taking from him like she always had. She never realized that this time... would be her last.

BEEP BEEP BEEP...

Logan’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and raised an amused brow.

"Mrs. Reid, you free? I’d like to take you to see a good show at the Perry estate."

Selina’s eyes lit up. "Let’s go."

Meanwhile, at the Morris Estate—

Ever since Angelica was exposed for plagiarism, the entire family had fallen under a dark cloud.

Kyle had poured nearly 100 million into supporting her, only to lose it all—and worse, the family now faced billions in damages.

Angelica was being slammed across the internet. Her once-pristine image as a "design prodigy," "sweet heiress," and "perfect sister" crumbled overnight. Even her fans had gone quiet.

Everywhere, people demanded she apologize to Star and to Victoria Adams. They told her to leave the industry altogether.

Left with no choice, Angelica gritted her teeth and announced a temporary retirement from show business.

"Angelica, just stay calm—don’t panic. As long as you’re still standing, there’s hope. You’re still the Morris heiress. People in this circle won’t dare fully cut ties with the family. Lay low for now, and when the heat dies down, you can return. No one will care by then."

Right. The Morris name still carried weight.

Suddenly, Angelica froze.

A chilling thought slammed into her. Cold sweat beaded at her temples.

When Selina sued her, she’d exposed her mother’s real name.

Victoria Adams.

Elsewhere... inside Joe’s study.