Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'
Chapter 399: Arrogance Out of Control

Chapter 399: Arrogance Out of Control

Before marrying Chairman Brown, Mrs. Brown had been a wealthy heiress raised in luxury—naive, romantic, and always dreaming.

Chairman Brown doted on her so much that even in her fifties, she still had the heart of a lovestruck teenage girl.

But instead of channeling that energy into herself, she fixated on Selina.

Mrs. Brown painted a vivid picture: "Selina, just imagine—everyone’s at the party, and suddenly you hear a horse whinny at the entrance. People step outside and see two tall white horses pulling a crystal carriage. Then you step out of the carriage, and in that moment, every single person’s eyes are on you..."

Selina quickly cut her off, "I think I’m fine just the way I am!"

Mrs. Brown looked a little disappointed. "Oh, alright. But I did prepare some jewelry for you—it’s absolutely stunning, made by a master jade craftsman over a hundred years ago. I brought the whole set. You’ll definitely wow the crowd!"

Selina considered texting Damien for backup.

Mrs. Brown was still caught up in her fantasy when Damien casually spoke from beside her, "It’s too flashy. You don’t want Selina turning into the main attraction for all the wrong reasons."

Mrs. Brown hesitated. "Then maybe we skip the jewelry... but at least wear the watch your brother bought you two years ago, alright? You’ve only worn it once. Since Morris Family looks down on you, it’s time they see how much you mean to us."

Selina’s heart warmed. She didn’t reject the gesture.

Once the watch was delivered, the banquet officially began.

Selina was seated at the main table. Everyone else was arranged according to rank and status.

By sheer coincidence—or not—the Morris Family was placed at the second table.

(Mrs. Brown had originally wanted to leave them out entirely, calling them bad luck. But Damien had simply adjusted his glasses and said: "If we want them to see how much Selina matters, they need to sit close enough to get the full picture.")

Unaware, Grandma Morris was thrilled. She thought this was a sign of recognition from one of City N’s top families.

Sandy entered, arm in arm with Grandma Morris.

When Grandma Morris first approached her, Sandy had been in disbelief.

They wanted to raise her as the official daughter of the Morris Family?

Sure, on the surface, it was about using Sandy to provoke Selina into coming home.

But Sandy knew the truth—Grandma Morris loathed Victoria, and by extension, Victoria’s daughter. Giving Sandy Selina’s place wasn’t just bait. It was a replacement.

Sandy wasn’t about to let that chance slip by. She played sweet and gentle, flattering Grandma Morris and wearing the expensive jewelry gifted to her.

She took her seat beside Grandma Morris, relishing the compliments that followed:

"Miss Morris studied overseas, didn’t she? So young, yet already so accomplished—what a promising future!"

"Madam, you really have a good eye. Miss Morris is just as impressive as a direct bloodline daughter."

Sandy’s smile widened.

Everything they were saying about her was supposed to be for Selina. But Selina gave it up. Stupid girl.

Meanwhile, Joe sat nervously, guilt creeping in.

He worried about Selina sitting alone, possibly being humiliated. But he didn’t dare go against his mother. After all, she had promised to bring Selina back to the family. Surely, this was all part of her plan... right?

Still, the image of Victoria leaving all those years ago kept flashing through his mind. If Grandma Morris really had his best interest at heart, why did she drive Victoria away? Why did she let Angelica do what she did?

Before he could sort out his thoughts, a familiar figure stepped into his view.

"Selina?!"

Grandma Morris had just been proudly introducing Sandy when she caught sight of Selina walking over. Her face instantly darkened.

Sandy’s expression soured too. She was the Morris Family’s official young lady now. How could Selina have the nerve to come over like this?

What, just because they were sitting at the second table, Selina suddenly wanted in?

No way. That seat belonged to her now. And she wasn’t about to let Selina steal it back.

"Grandma, why is Selina here?" Sandy asked softly. "I thought she wasn’t assigned to this table..."

Everyone knew the seating arrangements were based on status. No one dared sit where they weren’t placed.

Especially not Selina—she had come alone, without any support. What kind of seat could the Brown Family have possibly given her? Probably one of the last few tables at the back.

But now, she was walking toward the second table. What did that mean? Wasn’t it obvious?

She must’ve seen the Morris Family sitting here and come over to mooch off them.

Joe gave a forced smile, "Selina, you’re here. Come, have a seat right here—"

"Absolutely not!" Grandma Morris cut him off sharply.

"Selina, what do you think this is? This is the Brown Family’s banquet. Every seat is assigned. What are you trying to do, forcing your way to the second table? Trying to embarrass the Morris Family?"

Selina had been minding her own business, just walking past—only to be dragged into a public scolding. Her eyes turned cold.

Joe tried to defuse things. "It’s not a big deal... We can just add a chair. Selina’s my daughter, after all..."

"Ridiculous!" Grandma Morris sneered. "Now you’re acting like a nobody scrambling for status. Feeling embarrassed about sitting at the back and now trying to cling to the Morris Family? What, now you suddenly admit you’re one of us? Weren’t you pretty firm before about cutting ties?"

People nearby began to glance over.

Everyone knew about the Morris Family drama—their estrangement from Selina, and all the mess with Angelica.

If Selina had truly cut ties and stayed away from the Morris Family, people might’ve respected her for being genuine.

But now? Just after publicly distancing herself from them, she suddenly wanted to sit at the front with them to show off her status? That was... hard to excuse.

Joe’s face turned red. "Mom, please stop! I’m already grateful Selina is willing to come near me at all. I believe the Brown Family will understand."

"Joe, are you seriously going to disrespect our hosts over this?"

Grandma Morris put on a show of being ’reasonable,’ but her words cut deep.

"The Brown Family may not say anything to your face, but what about behind your back? Do you really want to make a scene and embarrass us? We still have business with them. Are you really going to risk that just for Selina?"

Selina: "..."

Oh, she got it now.

So the Morris Family actually thought she was here to beg for a seat? Their ego was seriously out of control.

Joe stammered, "But... but..."

Grandma Morris continued with feigned concern, as if she were only thinking about the bigger picture—while clearly calling Selina out:

"Besides, the seats are fixed. If you let Selina sit here, who do you expect to give up their spot? Everyone at the second table is important—offending even one of them would be a problem."

Joe turned pale, visibly flustered.

"Grandma, Uncle..."

Just then, Sandy stepped forward. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her voice gentle and polite—as if she could swallow any humiliation for the family’s sake.

"Let Selina take my seat," she said softly. "I’ll just leave."