Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'
Chapter 405: So This Was the Real Reason for the Invite

Chapter 405: So This Was the Real Reason for the Invite

The room fell into dead silence again. No one spoke.

Two minutes later, someone finally couldn’t hold back a laugh.

Seriously—bragging about a 300 million yuan watch, only to end up with one that cost 30 million? What’s there to brag about?

Grandma Morris’s face turned a deep shade of gray. "It’s not about the price, it’s the thought that counts. This shows how much the Morris Family loves their daughter..."

"Giving a 30 million watch is supposed to mean love?"

Mrs. Brown looked genuinely confused before concluding, dead serious, "Grandma Morris, no need to explain. I get it now—sounds like the Morris Family is just plain cheap."

Grandma Morris nearly choked on her own breath.

Mrs. Brown continued, "Oh right, you mentioned the Starlit Galaxy earlier. That name sounded really familiar... Damien, doesn’t it ring a bell?"

Everyone immediately had a guess.

Sure enough, Damien smiled casually. "Of course it sounds familiar, Mom. I bought that watch."

The whole room gasped.

Grandma Morris had said the 300 million watch was bought by a wealthy young man from City N... and the Browns are from City N!

Her face turned even darker, while Joe looked utterly humiliated. It felt like the Morris Family had just been publicly crushed by the Browns.

So Damien was the one who bought the Starlit Galaxy... but so what? The Morris Family had intended to give it as a gift—wasn’t that different?

Mrs. Brown played along, "Why’d you want to buy that watch? And you outbid Morris Chairman, no wonder he had to settle for a 30 million one."

Logan chuckled quietly and gave Selina a knowing look.

So this was where Mrs. Reid got her savage tongue from. It all made sense now.

Damien nodded and smiled faintly. "You forgot, Mom—Selina mentioned she needed a watch. I’d just made three hundred million on a film investment, so I bought it."

Mrs. Brown nodded in realization. "Ah, right! You’ve given Selina so many gifts, I can’t keep track of them all."

Damien replied calmly, "Though Selina didn’t really like that one. She only wore it twice and put it away. That’s probably why Grandma Morris didn’t see it and thought Selina had nothing nice—so she showed off a 30 million watch like it was something special."

Then he looked over at Joe and added, "Sorry, Chairman Morris. I beat you to it. Hope you’re not too disappointed."

Joe and Grandma Morris’s faces turned an awful shade of red.

Did the Brown Family really have to slap them in the face this hard?

Someone in the crowd muttered, "Didn’t even buy the watch, and they were already acting all sentimental, going on about how much they love their daughter—then the watch turns out to already be on Selina’s wrist."

Another person chimed in, "Talking about how they missed their chance at the auction? Please. Even if he didn’t get the three hundred million one, dropping straight down to thirty million? Let’s be real—he never intended to spend more. That was his limit."

"And honestly, it seems like the Brown Family truly treats Selina well. From what Mrs. Brown said, they’ve gifted her so much that a three hundred million watch isn’t even memorable."

Mrs. Brown waved a hand. "Exactly. Selina’s already got more than enough. She doesn’t need anything from Chairman Morris. If he wants to spoil Angelica or Sandy, that’s his business. Has nothing to do with Selina."

Joe tried to explain, flustered. "Selina, that’s not what I meant. I love you the most—"

"That’s enough, Joe." Mrs. Brown finally lost her patience.

"Look at what you’ve done. Listen to what you’re saying. Don’t you feel ashamed?"

"You say you love Selina the most, yet you let some girl from a side branch walk all over her, gave her gift to someone else, mocked her for not deserving a seat at the main table, and expected her to bow down and play nice? Ha! That’s your idea of love? Please—Selina can’t afford that kind of ’affection.’"

"N–No..." Joe was so flustered he couldn’t even form a sentence. His throat felt like it was stuck.

He wanted to say it wasn’t like that. He had only meant to provoke Selina a little today—to make her see the Morris Family’s wealth and come back to them. He didn’t mean to neglect or humiliate her.

But... but...

Noticing the mocking stares from the crowd, Joe flushed red, then went pale. Subconsciously, he looked to Grandma Morris, as if seeking backup.

Mrs. Brown let out a cold laugh. This man was spineless—pushing fifty and still hanging onto his mother’s every word. Whatever she said was law. If he loved her opinion so much, why didn’t he just marry her and spare Victoria and Selina the pain?

"Seems like Grandma Morris and Chairman Morris aren’t interested in staying at the banquet," Just then, Damien chimed in, slow and deliberate, "If that’s the case, I’ll have someone escort the two of you out. Oh, and take Miss Sandy with you on the way out."

Immediately, security guards stepped behind Joe. Leaving was no longer optional.

It finally hit Grandma Morris—wait a minute. Brown Family used that one watch to stomp Morris Family’s dignity into the dirt, and now they were getting kicked out?

So they weren’t even invited to this banquet as real guests. This was a setup to humiliate them!

Unbelievable!

Morris Family and Brown Group operated in different cities—City H and City N. They never interfered with each other. Why was Brown Group suddenly turning against them?

It had to be because of Selina!

What a curse she was. She hadn’t even officially returned to the Morris Family yet and was already dragging them into trouble. If she did come back, who knows what would happen?

The Morris Family was thrown out mercilessly. Guests exchanged glances in stunned silence.

Mrs. Brown, completely unfazed, raised her glass. "Don’t mind them. Come on, let’s keep going."

...

The banquet ended, and guests began to leave.

Logan gave a brief nod to Chairman Brown, who responded with nothing but a meaningful glance before walking away.

Logan narrowed his eyes.

Something felt off. It probably had to do with the question Old Mr. Brown asked him earlier:

Four years ago, when you brought Selina home, did you encounter anyone else?

Who were the Browns looking for?

Beep beep beep. Suddenly, his phone rang.

Luke’s voice blasted through the speaker, totally disoriented. "Selina—holy crap—what the hell happened at the Brown Family banquet?!"

Selina looked puzzled. "Nothing really."

"Nothing?!" Luke practically choked. Then cautiously asked, "Did you, uh... piss off Grandma Morris or something?"

Selina thought for a moment. Maybe it was about the watch?

But all she did was tell the truth. If that was enough to trigger Grandma Morris, then clearly the woman had no emotional resilience whatsoever.

So she simply said, "Nope. I didn’t even say anything. How could I have pissed anyone off?"

Luke was dumbfounded. "Then what’s up with Grandma Morris...? She totally lost it. She’s actually trying to set Joe up on blind dates!"

"She’s lining him up with girls in their twenties who’ve never even been married—Joe’s old enough to be their dad!"

"I’m serious, that woman’s brain is fried! What does she think those girls see in him? His age? Or the fact that he’s a total mama’s boy?"

Selina: "..."

Logan’s eyes darkened.