Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'
Chapter 407: So Stupid Even the Staff Couldn’t Watch Anymore

Chapter 407: So Stupid Even the Staff Couldn’t Watch Anymore

No one dared to speak.

Owen was the most spoiled son of the Reid Family. Selina was Mrs. Reid. When titans clash, it’s the small fry who get crushed—so the room fell into an eerie silence.

Owen assumed Selina was intimidated. He stepped forward, thinking he had momentum.

"You’ve got nothing to say? Standing in front of a veteran, don’t you feel even a little ashamed?"

"Ashamed?"

Selina chuckled lightly, then looked at Jett with a subtle, amused expression.

"I’m curious—this Perry designer who’s twenty years my senior—what actual credentials do you have?"

Jett Perry exchanged a look with Owen, then cleared his throat and couldn’t hide the smugness in his eyes.

"Well, since Ms. Clark is curious, I’ll just give a quick rundown."

"I won an Honorable Mention at the 5th Global Eisen Design Competition."

Selina: "...?"

Jett took Selina’s silence as awe and smugly continued.

"Seems Ms. Clark isn’t familiar with what the Eisen Competition represents? No matter. As a senior, let me educate you."

"The Eisen Design Competition is an international event that tests a designer’s overall capabilities. Contestants come from all over the world. Winning even an Honorable Mention means you’re at the top of your field—at least domestically."

He gave her a deliberately condescending smirk.

"I wonder—what accomplishments does Ms. Clark have in comparison?"

—If you haven’t achieved anything, just hand over the department head position like a good little placeholder.

Selina paused. "You’re right, I’ve never won an Honorable Mention."

Jett lit up with triumph and wasted no time flaunting his credentials.

"You’re a designer, so you’ve probably heard of the international design magazine H.G., haven’t you? H.G. has officially accepted one of my pieces for their upcoming issue—I’ll have half a page all to myself. How about you, Ms. Clark?"

These were Jett’s proudest achievements.

An Honorable Mention from Eisen.

A feature in H.G. Magazine.

To many designers, that was a career’s worth of glory.

With a resume this "impressive," how could he not dominate Selina?

Even if that resume was built on smoke and mirrors—because let’s be real, Jett was just a trophy designer. The Perry Family’s wealth and connections could buy him a résumé. His team did all the work while he took the credit.

Owen burst out laughing. "See, sis-in-law? My uncle’s credentials speak for themselves. No one’s going to question him in that seat. As for you... maybe come back when you’ve got the chops. This industry values experience."

"Exactly," Jett said confidently. "Ms. Clark, I’m twenty years older than you. You should take advantage of your youth, gain more experience, collect a few more awards. If someday you surpass me, I’ll gladly step aside."

"But for now, I’ll ask you to resign and hand over the department head role."

What was Jett thinking? That Logan—the illegitimate mutt—had no right to hog Reid Group and Reid Corp to himself. Sure, Logan built Reid Group from the ground up—but so what? He was a Reid. Every resource should be passed to Owen. That was only fair, right?

Just like how Anna had "sacrificed" herself for Amelia back then—perfectly justified in the Perry Family’s eyes.

Selina didn’t move. Her brow arched slightly.

"So what you’re saying, Mr. Perry, is that as long as I’m more qualified than you, you’ll step down willingly?"

"I’m just curious—how are we defining ’more qualified’? Because I might just be better than you already."

"Hahaha." Jett burst into laughter. It wasn’t that he meant to mock Selina—it’s just that she was too confident!

A young woman in her early twenties, not even out of school yet, actually claimed to be better than him?

What a joke.

The contempt in Jett’s eyes was unmistakable. Without hesitation, he assumed the tone of a condescending elder.

"Ms. Clark, you should at least win some kind of award. I’m not saying a world-class one—but at least a national—"

"I haven’t won any official world-class awards," Selina interrupted with a nod.

Jett was stunned she dared to admit that out loud, much less so confidently. Just as he prepared to cut her down—

"But I’ve judged world-class competitions," Selina added casually. "Including the fifth Eisen Design Competition."

She paused, then said thoughtfully, "Though I don’t know what’s so impressive about an Honorable Mention... but I do recall—your name wasn’t even on the Honorable Mention list that year, was it, Mr. Perry?"

Silence.

Her sentence didn’t quite follow logical structure, but everyone heard the implied sarcasm loud and clear.

—Your name wasn’t on the list? Then how did you get the award?

She might as well have shouted: he bought it.

Jett’s face turned pale, then livid. He raised his voice in a panic, trying to cover the crack in his story.

"Selina! What nonsense is that? You, a judge? If you were a judge, then I was the competition founder! A little girl like you, making up stories instead of—"

"Speaking of which," Selina interrupted coolly again, "since you mentioned H.G. Magazine... Mr. Perry, you were invited to be featured—did you not bother to check who founded the magazine?"

Jett looked like he was about to explode. This woman just wouldn’t let him finish a single sentence!

Those things were all handled by his subordinates. He just signed and showed up at the appropriate time. How could he know who the founder of H.G. was?—but he was sure it wasn’t Selina!

Owen was furious.

"Selina, are you just trying to stall? Rambling on like this instead of handing over your position?"

Jett caught on and sneered, "Exactly! Ms. Clark, none of this means anything. Claiming you were a judge—who’s going to believe that? And even if you were, what’s that got to do with H.G.? Don’t tell me—"

"Mr. Perry, I think you’re the one lying."

A voice cut in.

The deputy director of the design department clicked forward in her heels, her tone sharp and fast:

"Mr. Perry, when H.G. invites designers, they sign a contract—one that clearly lists the magazine’s founding team. If you’d bothered to read, you’d know one of the founders is named Star. Do you need me to remind you what Ms. Clark’s professional name is in the design world?"

Jett looked like he might faint. What were these people saying?! He was part of the Perry Family. Reid Group would soon belong to Owen. And yet these nobodies dared mock him?

"I don’t care what Selina’s—"

"Ms. Selina is the famous Star!" the deputy snapped.

"A prodigy on par with Rowan. She’s judged countless design competitions and is the top pick for succession among elite legacy designers. She’s one of the most sought-after creatives by firms worldwide!"

"Do you know what Star represents? She gave up high-paying offers from international corporations just to lead our tiny department at Reid Group. And you accuse her of using connections?"

She was fuming.

"Young Master Owen, please—don’t speak on what you don’t understand. This isn’t the Reid Family or the Perry Family. No one here will let you ruin everything just because you feel entitled."

"And if you think we’re going to let some washed-up poser who couldn’t even earn a real Honorable Mention take Ms. Selina’s place—you’ll need our permission first."

Owen’s face turned jet-black.