Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 583

Chapter 583: The True Family

Selina hesitated for a moment. “…May I ask your last name?”

Something felt off. The man had called and introduced himself as her cousin without even saying his full name, acting overly familiar, which made Selina suspicious.

Could he be a scammer? After all, her uncle had made it clear—her cousin was in City N handling business and wouldn’t be coming to City A.

Or perhaps… was this another trick from Amelia and the Reid Family?

The man on the other end spoke with the ease of someone used to big scenes. Even when Selina treated him like a fraud, his tone didn’t waver in the slightest. His voice carried the same light smile as before. “Hill. The name’s Hill.”

Hill…

Before Selina could say more, the man chuckled. “Or perhaps you could just hand the phone to Mr. Reid.”

Hearing that, Selina’s suspicion eased a little.

“Where would you like to meet me?”

The man raised a brow. “Are you at the company?”

“I’m at the Reid Group tower,” Selina said plainly.

“Good. Wait for me there.”

“That—” Selina started, but the man had already hung up decisively. She hesitated for a moment, then finally decided to wait for him at Reid Group.

Still, she couldn’t shake a nagging sense of unease.

Half an hour later, as Selina passed by the break room, she overheard gossip.

“Did you see? There are a ton of luxury cars downstairs!”

Another employee dismissed it. “Luxury cars parked outside Reid Group? That’s not unusual.”

“No, it is unusual! It’s a whole fleet—bigger than the scene I saw at Miss Perez’s wedding in City A. Over a dozen cars, each one worth close to ten million. My god… what’s going on?”

The others gasped. “A dozen cars? Each worth nearly ten million? That’s insane. With so many cars, they could show off anywhere—why here, of all places?”

“Yeah, who the hell is showing off right in front of Mr. Reid?”

Even Selina was secretly stunned. That many luxury cars? Whoever it was, they had money.

Maybe someone was here to discuss business with Reid Group? But even then… did they really need to make such a spectacle?

She was about to return to her office when an assistant came running, panting hard. “Miss Clark… downstairs… someone’s asking for you…”

Selina raised an eyebrow. “For me?”

“Y-yes,” the assistant stammered, nearly out of breath. “Mr. Reid is still in a meeting. You—please, go check.”

With so many luxury cars and such a huge display, and with her name being singled out, the assistant feared trouble. Given Selina’s well-known connection to Logan, it made sense to have her handle it.

Selina frowned, clearly wary that someone might be here to cause a scene, and headed straight for the elevator.

Inside, she questioned the assistant further, learning that the cars were from a foreign brand known worldwide for flashy, high-performance sports cars.

Selina recalled her brief glance from upstairs… yes, those cars were definitely “flashy.”

Not the serious, traditional black. Instead, they were deep purple, with sparkling accents across the body—ostentatious at first sight. The sort of cars favored by spoiled heirs and rich playboys.

So… who exactly had brought such a parade of cars to come looking for her?

As soon as Selina stepped into the lobby, her eyes immediately landed on a man standing there.

With him present, everything else seemed like a mere backdrop. He didn’t need to say a word; just by standing there, everyone understood—he was the center of it all.

But he wasn’t what Selina had expected. This man wasn’t some flashy, arrogant trust-fund brat. Instead, he was dressed in a sharp black suit, his features not particularly sharp, yet carrying an unmistakable aura of authority that made others instinctively tense up.

The manager standing before him looked weak in the knees. When he saw Selina arrive, it was as if he’d just spotted a savior.

“Sir, this is Miss Clark.”

The man turned slightly, gave a small nod, and extended his hand toward Selina.

“Nice to meet you, cousin. I’m Aaron Hill.”

Selina: “…?”

Cousin? Aaron?

Only then did she piece it together—so this was who had called her earlier, telling her to wait at the Reid Group building…

The manager and others nearby were stunned, eyes wide. Wait a minute—this man, whose presence completely clashed with that ostentatious car fleet outside, was actually the president’s wife’s cousin?!

Selina collected herself and stepped forward. “Mm. Let’s go.”

Aaron walked alongside her, and the two left together. Behind them, the manager hesitated, wanting to ask Selina whether Mr. Reid should be informed. But on second thought—surely Mr. Reid already knew. Since he hadn’t stopped it, there probably wasn’t an issue.

At the entrance, Selina’s eyes fell on the convoy of luxury cars. Each car had a bodyguard in a black uniform stationed beside it. The corner of her mouth twitched as she turned to Aaron with a complicated tone.

“…And these are?”

“Oh,” Aaron said, as if only now remembering. He explained casually, “Since it’s our first meeting, I figured I should make a bit of a show. But it turned out there weren’t enough new cars in City A, so I had to settle for these sports cars instead. They’ll do. Not too ugly. Just cobbled them together to make up the numbers.”

His tone was so matter-of-fact, even tinged with a subtle apology.

“Not much, really. You’ll just have to make do.”

Selina: “…”

Each of these cars was worth nearly ten million. And this was “making do”?

Aaron raised an eyebrow, his displeasure with Logan deepening.

“You look shocked?”

Selina almost nodded, then almost shook her head.

Shocked? Yes—because she disliked such ostentation. But in terms of wealth… if she had ever truly wanted a convoy of this scale, it wouldn’t have been impossible to arrange. Still…

Before she could answer, Aaron narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t tell me Logan’s been shortchanging my cousin? I remember Mr. Reid has more than enough wealth to assemble such a fleet without a second thought. Yet you seem surprised, Selina.”

And just like that, Logan was saddled with blame for no reason.

Selina was about to explain otherwise—

Just then, as they reached the doors, Aaron lifted his hand slightly. In unison, the bodyguards erupted in a thunderous, unified shout:

“Greetings, Young Miss!”

…

The air went dead silent.

Selina: “…”

Selina: “……”

Her toes curled hard into the floor. She almost lost her breath and nearly ascended right out of this world from sheer secondhand embarrassment.

W-wait. What was this supposed to be?

Countless eyes turned toward her, and Selina’s social-anxiety flared violently.

Aaron, however, looked completely satisfied.

“Mm. Not bad. Welcome home.”

Selina coughed awkwardly, forcing a smile. “…Cousin, let’s just go.”

Aaron, smiling faintly, clearly noticed her embarrassment. But instead of sparing her, he said warmly:

“Cousin, you’ll have to get used to it.”