Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 603

Capítulo 603: You Need a Reservation

Selina arched a brow, her tone cool. “Oh? I thought the two of you were talking such a big game, like you could give me anything I wanted. Turns out it was just empty words.”

She rose slightly from her seat. “Honestly, it’s not like I’m desperate for this meal. You both blew up my phone, begged me to come. I show up, you say I can order whatever I want. I did—and now you claim my request is too much, too unreasonable. Tell me, was this dinner something I insisted on having?”

“You shameless little—!”

June snapped, her face twisted with fury. “Opening your mouth and asking for osmanthus fish, who do you think you are? You just want to embarrass me! You knew perfectly well that dish has to be pre-ordered, and yet you—”

Her words cut off when Selina’s sharp gaze slid toward the manager.

The manager instantly understood. Stepping forward, he interrupted June’s outburst and bowed respectfully to Selina.

“Miss, you’d like the osmanthus fish? Please wait a moment. I’ll have the kitchen prepare it right away.”

…

The entire room went silent.

June’s eyes went wide, sure she had misheard.

The manager sided with Selina? But the osmanthus fish required a reservation—exclusive, limited, not just anyone could order it! How could Selina say the word and suddenly it appeared for her?

Soon enough, the manager himself placed the fragrant dish in front of Selina.

The rich aroma filled the air. June’s throat tightened with envy. It wasn’t the fish itself she craved—it was what it symbolized. Status. Prestige. She would have loved to snap a photo for social media, proof of her standing.

Why did Selina get it? Why not her?

Then it struck her. June’s eyes lit up. Of course—that must mean osmanthus fish no longer required pre-orders!

Smug now, she raised her chin. “Bring me one as well.”

But the manager only smiled politely and shook his head. “I’m sorry. Osmanthus fish must be reserved in advance.”

Hannah’s expression darkened.

June’s face went blotchy, rage flaring as she pointed at Selina. “Then why does she have it?! What’s that supposed to mean—picking favorites? I’ll have you know I’m from the Hill Family—”

“Ma’am.”

The manager cut her off coldly. “There is only one exception where the dish does not require a reservation. Would you like to know what that is?”

June opened her mouth to lash out, but Hannah yanked her arm hard, forcing a brittle smile at the manager. “June, enough! Don’t cause a scene. Apologies, sir—we won’t be needing the osmanthus fish after all.”

The manager gave a short nod and walked away.

June’s chest heaved with swallowed curses, but Hannah’s sharp, warning glare silenced her.

A chill settled in Hannah’s gut. She had a sinking feeling that if the manager spoke further, something would be revealed she couldn’t afford to hear.

Still, June was too blind with anger to think. As soon as the manager left, she turned on Selina again, her voice shrill.

“It was you, wasn’t it?! You’re flaunting Mr. Reid and Jeff’s power, threatening the manager to take your side! That has to be it—it has to!”

Hannah’s teeth clenched. The thought had crossed her mind as well. She’d heard rumors that CPJ’s true owner had once extended favors to Logan. If that were the case, the manager’s deference to Selina was simply on Logan’s account.

And if so…

Hannah’s gaze turned poisonous. Selina and Victoria really were alike—both knew how to ensnare men.

Masking her venom with a soft frown, Hannah sighed. “Selina, using Mr. Reid’s name out here… isn’t that inappropriate? Won’t that leave him owing CPJ a favor?”

Selina’s eyes flicked up, cold and disdainful. “And what’s that got to do with you?”

“How is it not related?!” June lost all reason, emboldened by rage. She lunged forward, hand raised to slap Selina.

“You’re shameless—just like your mother! Vain, disgusting! Today I’ll teach you a lesson—”

Selina’s eyes darkened as she clamped down hard on June’s wrist.

“Ahhh!!” June cried out, cold sweat breaking across her forehead from the pain.

Selina narrowed her gaze, studying her. It struck her as odd—why did June harbor such vicious hatred toward her?

Was it all for Ava’s sake? No… it didn’t feel like that.

In June’s words, Selina could sense a deeper venom—hatred aimed at her mother. But why…

Wait. A sudden thought flashed through her mind.

June’s last name was Bryant. And Katie’s last name was Bryant too.

Katie—the mistress who destroyed her parents’ marriage, James’s lover, Natalia’s mother, one of the culprits behind her mother’s death.

The same Katie who had tormented Selina for years as her stepmother.

But Katie was supposed to be rotting in prison by now…

Selina pushed the thought aside, tightened her grip, and June shrieked again, her voice shrill with agony.

Selina’s voice was cool, almost lazy. “Mrs. Bryant, I’d advise you not to provoke me. You know the owner of CPJ has ties with Logan, and yet you dare stand here on CPJ turf, hurling insults at me.”

She paused, her words edged with mockery. “A dim wit being used as someone else’s pawn… Mrs. Bryant, you’ve been in the Hill Family for years, yet all you’ve gained is age, not sense?”

Hannah’s expression darkened instantly.

But June, blinded by rage, completely missed the meaning in Selina’s words. “Selina, you shameless slut! You wretched thing! Guards! Somebody! This junior is trying to kill her own aunt, come quickly—”

But no matter how loudly she screamed, no one came.

“You let go! Selina, let me go! I’m a valued guest here at CPJ—do you hear me? Let go!”

For the first time, Hannah felt something was off.

Why… why wasn’t anyone responding? Why was no one coming?

Selina gave a light laugh. “Mrs. Bryant, you’ve been shouting for five minutes straight. No one’s come to help you. Haven’t you figured out why yet?”

June’s shrieks faltered instantly.

Hannah’s unease sharpened, her bad premonition growing heavier by the second.

June’s eyes widened in panic. “Selina, you—you…”

Selina ignored her terror. Her face remained calm, her smile faint. “CPJ caters only to the wealthy and powerful. If anyone stirs up trouble here, it reflects badly. That’s why the place always keeps bodyguards on standby. And yet, Mrs. Bryant—you’ve been screaming all this time, but no one has stepped in to save you. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

June’s lips trembled. She didn’t dare let her mind finish the thought.

Ava might have Samuel as a mentor and borrowed his clout to parade into CPJ, flaunting herself in front of Selina.

But if, if…

June couldn’t bring herself to imagine it.

Selina shattered her illusion with a soft chuckle. “Yes, CPJ’s owner did extend certain favors to Logan—but not because of friendship.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then turned casually toward the door. “Uncle Brown, why don’t you explain?”

The door swung open.

The manager from earlier stepped inside again. He belonged to a branch of the Brown Family, tasked with overseeing this establishment. But he knew the truth—this restaurant already belonged to Selina.

He bowed deeply. “Miss.”