Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'-Chapter 438: You’re Next to Get Fired

Selina raised an eyebrow lazily. "A joke? What exactly are people supposed to laugh at?"

Riley sighed in fake exasperation. "In case they say you’re being unreasonable even when you’re in the right..."

"I am in the right," Selina replied flatly. "So what if I’m unreasonable?"

She looked Riley dead in the eye. "Was it me who told Manager Sanders to threaten me? Was it me who messed up the booking?"

Besides, whether it was really the hotel’s mistake was still up for debate.

Selina strongly suspected Riley had impersonated her, and Sanders had just assumed Riley was the "Miss" the Foster VP meant.

Riley bit her lip and put on a troubled expression. "Selina, I know the hotel was at fault. But I can’t just vacate the studio now—our marketing team is already shooting. If Logan himself asked me, of course I’d move. But otherwise..."

Hearing that, Selina moved to pull out her phone.

Riley’s voice sharpened a little with smugness, though she tried to keep it sympathetic.

"Selina, don’t tell me you’re planning to complain to Logan? I’ve been meaning to tell you—not every little work issue needs to go to him directly. I heard about that Stone Assistant thing."

"Stone was with Logan for ten years, and he got demoted because of you tattling. Do you know how much morale that killed? How can you be so reckless..."

"Logan wants to spoil me. None of your business." Selina lifted her lashes indifferently.

"If I feel like it, I’ll snitch every day. Fire one person a day. Nelson Miss, you’re Logan’s employee too—maybe you’re next."

Silence.

The onlookers all sucked in a sharp breath. Damn. Selina had guts, talking like that right in front of Madam Nelson and Riley. Wasn’t she worried about making an enemy of the whole Nelson Family?

Madam Nelson’s face darkened, rage flaring. "You little bastard, what did you just say?!"

"Mom." Riley bit out, glaring at Selina.

"Selina, I said—you can get Logan to order me out if you want. But do you really think he’ll back you up when you’re being so unreasonable?"

She put on an angelic, generous act.

"I can ask my team to wrap up faster so you can use the studio sooner. Don’t blame Manager Sanders."

Sanders nearly wept with gratitude. "Thank you, Miss Nelson. You truly are beautiful, kind, and understanding."

Riley smiled sweetly. "Selina, so will you head back to your office, or wait here? We’ll probably finish shooting by five this afternoon. You can work overtime tonight if you need to..."

"No." Selina cut her off. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Riley gave her that patronizing tone, as if Selina was the unreasonable child. "Don’t be like that. Don’t be so stubborn that you waste your entire team’s time..."

"Miss Nelson."

Selina genuinely marveled at how thick Riley’s skin was—twisting things around to make it sound like Selina was the one wasting everyone’s time?

"I said no because..."

Her eyes flicked past Riley to someone hurrying over, and her lips curled.

"...you’re about to get kicked out."

...

Riley’s polite smile cracked. Her face fell, voice turning cold. "Selina, that’s a pretty shitty joke."

"I’m not joking."

And as Selina finished, the pudgy figure finally reached them.

Manager Sanders’s face lit up in relief. He immediately tried to spin it in Riley’s favor.

"Vice President Foster! You’re just in time—this woman is disturbing our VIP guest—"

Foster VP held up a hand for silence.

Sanders froze, shutting his mouth instantly. He had no clue what Foster was up to.

Riley’s cheeks flushed pink. So this was Foster VP? Logan hadn’t just booked out the whole hotel for her—he’d even brought Foster himself to back her up! She felt giddy with excitement.

Madam Nelson was beaming too, eyes fixed on Foster VP, waiting eagerly for him to throw Selina out.

But instead of scolding Selina, Vice President Foster simply clapped his hands.

People exchanged puzzled looks—until the massive revolving doors inside the hotel swung open with a thunderous sound!

Beyond them was a grand performance hall, and inside, an orchestra was already in position. As the conductor’s countdown hit "one," the entire hotel filled with the majestic swell of symphonic music.

This wasn’t just any orchestra. It was one of the most famous, internationally acclaimed ensembles in the world—so expensive they were practically impossible to book.

Madam Nelson had only ever heard them perform once, from a distance, overseas. She never imagined seeing them here.

Riley’s heart raced. She wasn’t stupid. She knew perfectly well this was HM Hotel’s way of welcoming a truly VIP guest.

And clearly, she thought, she was that guest.

Her vanity soared. She stepped forward with an elegant smile, ready for Vice President Foster’s praise.

Foster’s gaze swept across the crowd and then... he walked right past Riley without so much as a glance.

He stopped in front of the last person anyone expected.

"We’ve been awaiting you, Miss Selina."

Though Foster VP was a bit heavyset, his bow was impeccably graceful. As someone trained by the Foster Family, he wouldn’t dare slight this woman—who, though not a blood relative, was acknowledged by the Foster Family as their own.

"Miss Selina," he said, voice respectful, "your studio has been prepared, along with everything else you might need."

"My apologies that we received word of your visit a bit late. All we could manage on such short notice was to arrange this orchestra as a welcome. Please forgive us."

The design team standing behind Selina: "..."

They were stunned. This orchestra couldn’t be hired even with endless money, and they were apologizing for the "poor welcome"?!

Selina said nothing at first.

Foster VP glanced at Manager Sanders—then his eyes fell on Madam Nelson and Riley.

In a flash, he understood everything.

This Sanders is a damn fool.

Foster VP’s heart pounded as he lowered his head even more.

"Miss Selina, on behalf of HM Hotel, I deeply apologize for the unpleasantness caused by Manager Sanders. This was our gravest mistake. We will deal with any staff who acted on their own authority."

He straightened just enough to speak clearly.

"We have also prepared the presidential suite for you to rest in between your shoots. And please feel free to choose anything you like from any of the more than thirty luxury boutiques in HM Hotel—it will be our treat."

Selina remained silent.

Foster VP bowed even lower.

"Of course, your colleagues will also enjoy HM Hotel’s special hospitality. Each of them will have a room prepared as well."

"Miss Selina, truly... please don’t be angry."

The whole crowd: "..."

They all looked like they’d seen a ghost.

They understood every word he said, but put together it sounded like absolute fantasy.

Sanders Manager’s face was ashen. He stammered in panic.

"V-Vice President Foster, what do you mean, I—"

"Shut up."

Foster VP didn’t even look at him. He flicked his hand, and security immediately grabbed Sanders, dragging him back. He had no intention of letting this idiot offend Selina any further.

Watching Sanders get dragged off, Riley finally realized something was very wrong.

She forced herself to keep her voice sweet, though it trembled.

"Vice President Foster, you’re here to greet... Selina? But as far as I know, Selina only booked..."

Just the studio, Riley thought frantically. Since when did that warrant the Foster VP greeting her personally?!