Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Power Struggles, Old and New

The driver shuddered at Logan’s words. Logan no longer spared him a glance.

“My phone got smashed in the crash. Yours—”

His gaze dropped, noticing Selina’s phone still wedged inside the wreck. He pulled it free; it worked, but there was no signal.

Logan’s eyes flickered when he saw the video recording on the screen. He casually tapped “end recording.”

“I sent Jack my location earlier. He should be here soon. As for the Hill Family, they’ll probably just think you’re running late.”

Selina gave a cold laugh.

Logan added, “Once Jack gets here, use his phone to call Aaron so he won’t worry. But as for those hoping you’d be ‘late’—or hoping you’d end up dead—how do you plan to handle them?”

Selina’s eyes narrowed. She was never the type to cut the weeds and leave no roots; with this driver alive, plus the video and audio evidence, she’d naturally wring out every advantage.

While bandaging her own hand, her face remained expressionless.

“Then we wait.”

Jack arrived twenty minutes later—and brought an unexpected guest.

Ethan tumbled out of the car, shirt half-buttoned, eyes widening when he saw the gash on Selina’s hand. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Get in the car. Let me treat that right away.”

Jack hauled the driver into his own vehicle. Logan and Selina switched to Ethan’s car. With Ethan tending Selina’s wound, Logan took over the wheel.

The sight of the bloody cut made Ethan wince.

“We’ll disinfect it. If you insist on showing up at the Hill Family instead of a hospital, I’ve got no painkillers on me. You’ll have to bear it.”

Selina merely nodded. She feared pain, yes, but she wasn’t that delicate.

The antiseptic burned all the way down to the bone. Her brows knit slightly. Then, suddenly, an idea sparked.

“Can you make the wound look worse?”

Ethan froze. “Huh?”

Selina studied her hand, lips curving in a sly, half-smile.

“Take a guess—what do you think the Hill Family is saying about me right now?”

Ethan arched a brow, glancing at Logan behind the wheel, then hazarded a guess.

“Uh… that you’re late? That you’re being disrespectful?”

“Exactly.”

Selina’s smile deepened. “So let’s make my injury look even more serious.”

Ethan shivered. Damn, Selina was still as ruthless as ever.

Logan kept his eyes on the road, expression steady.

Ruthless? He only wished Mrs. Reid would be even crueler. Either way, anything she couldn’t handle, he would.

…

Meanwhile, at the Hill Family estate—

Just as Selina predicted.

The banquet had already begun. For Selina’s sake, Jeff had made it particularly grand.

He had invited the Hill Family’s business partners, the side branches of the family, and even Matt’s line.

Now that Matt’s true identity was out in the open—that he was merely an adopted son who had usurped the seat for thirty years—people couldn’t ignore the bitter truth.

Charles was dead. Helen was left in a vegetative state. Jeff had vanished. Victoria was gone.

Who benefitted? Matt.

Who tormented Victoria? Hannah.

Even if there wasn’t hard proof that Matt orchestrated the so-called car accident, everyone knew where the scales of justice tipped.

And now Jeff had returned in force, bringing back Victoria’s daughter with him, declaring to everyone that Selina was the rightful Hill Family heiress.

At that moment everyone knew in their hearts that Jeff would eventually clean house and settle scores with Matt’s family—to avenge their parents and sister.

So when they heard Selina was returning to the Hill Family, many partners showed up.

But some people still couldn’t see the reality. Even if Jeff was the legitimate head of the Hill Family, Matt and Hannah had ruled the family for decades and had deep roots and connections. Could Jeff really pull up those roots overnight? Even as family head, he hadn’t moved directly against Matt yet, which suggested he might lack the nerve. Who knew whose hands the Hill Family would fall into next?

So a few short-sighted people kept cozying up to Matt and Hannah. They came today mostly to sneer at that country bumpkin heiress who’d grown up in the sticks and just arrived from City A.

The banquet had been underway for five minutes. Helen was supposed to attend today too, but her health was poor; Jeff and Aaron were looking after her and planned to bring her into the hall once Selina arrived.

But Selina still hadn’t come.

With Helen and the family head absent, those eager to flatter Matt felt emboldened and began speaking without restraint.

“Wasn’t the banquet supposed to start at six? Everyone’s here—where’s the guest of honor?”

“Could the Hill Family driver be running late?”

Eyes turned toward Hannah. She forced an apologetic, genteel tone. “The driver left early—Hill Family drivers are always punctual. If there’s a delay, it must be because—”

She trailed off.

Everyone understood the unspoken implication. The Hill Family driver always showed up on time. If Selina had boarded as scheduled, she’d be here by now. So why hadn’t she arrived? Because Selina was the one being late!

“That heiress is unbelievably rude… How disrespectful to be late on her very first recognition banquet—she’s the main character today and she just keeps us waiting?”

“Maybe not on purpose. I hear she’s a country girl—maybe she’s never learned to be punctual. She probably has no idea a banquet is this big or that so many people are waiting.”

“She’s just spoiled and impolite. This is the Hill Family in City N, not her little village.”

“We’re all waiting for her—what on earth does she think she’s doing? Who gave her the right?”

“Even Old Mr. Hill and Mrs. Hill are waiting,” someone added. “Sigh…”

Matt and Hannah exchanged glances. A flicker of triumph lit Hannah’s eyes. She checked the time—Selina should already be dead by now, shouldn’t she? Even if she wasn’t dead, she was probably lying somewhere at the bottom of a cliff, calling for help that wouldn’t come. Selina would never make it to the banquet! Hannah’s face hardened with hatred.

It was Selina’s fault. After exposing the Morris Family, the old Morris heads ended up in jail or bankrupt; Kyle’s whereabouts were unknown; she’d even ended up divorced from Joe. That marriage didn’t last, and Hannah had become a laughingstock in their circles.

People were now saying City H’s Morris Family had fallen because their head had married Hannah—that she was a jinx. Hannah was furious. The nickname “jinx” had been intended for Victoria and Selina, a label she’d designed for them—but it had come back to bite her instead.

Thankfully, her father had promised she still had a shot to seize power and bring the Hill Family back under their control. Since returning to City N, the socialites had resumed fawning over her because she was still technically a Hill. But all her humiliation had been caused by Selina. Selina—Hannah spat the name silently in her mind.

Die, she thought. Die.