Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle'
Chapter 422: She Goes to Find Logan

Chapter 422: She Goes to Find Logan

Selina’s heart gave a sharp jolt.

"I’ll definitely miss you. So...you..."

She paused. "Come back soon."

Logan’s lips curled. "I’ll try."

If Mrs. Reid wanted him back early, then he’d try to be back early.

Five days later, evening.

Selina received the paternity test results from the Foster family.

It was ironclad: she and Joe were father and daughter.

She frowned, feeling an odd discomfort twist in her chest.

The Morris family had surely done their own paternity test before accepting her. That was why neither Joe nor Grandma Morris had ever questioned if she really belonged to them.

All the evidence said she was Joe’s daughter. But...

Selina’s lips tightened. She suddenly felt lost, unsettled, and for no clear reason she just wanted Logan.

But Mr. Reid was still away on business. She forced down her frustration and ended the call.

"Selina!"

Luke suddenly burst into the villa, face full of panic. "Don’t freak out. Seriously, do not freak out!"

Selina turned to look at him. Huh? Freak out about what?

Sure, she wasn’t happy about the test result, but she wasn’t about to lose her mind over it.

Luke sucked in a deep breath, watching her expression carefully. "Wait...you...you already know?"

That she was Joe’s biological daughter? Not exactly great news. Selina’s face stayed blank as she nodded.

Luke looked like he was going to pass out, rolling his eyes back. "What the hell? What did you find out? How the hell do you know?"

Selina frowned. "The paternity test..."

"I’m talking about Logan coming back early, and you’re just standing there calm?!"

Selina’s words caught mid-sentence. Then she smiled slowly. "What did you say?"

Luke realized too late they’d been talking about totally different things. He felt like dying. "Uh...so..."

"Logan came back early?" Selina narrowed her eyes, glancing at her phone. Nothing. No message from him at all.

Luke swallowed hard. "Uh...did you check social media?"

Social media?

Selina arched a brow and opened Twitter.

Of course Logan hadn’t posted anything himself. But some things spread whether he wanted them to or not.

Plenty of people were joking online:

[Mr. Reid flew back early from Country Y just to celebrate Miss Nelson’s birthday?]

[Mr. Reid booked out the entire CY Club.]

[Here’s the photos leaked from Young Master Hanks’s post. [photo][photo]]

There were two pictures.

In the dim lighting, Logan held a wine glass while a woman sat on his lap, looking intimate and close.

In the other, Riley kissed the corner of his mouth. Logan’s eyes were lowered, as if responding.

Selina’s fingers tightened around her phone.

Luke had originally thought about hiding it from her, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He finally decided to spill it.

"I asked around. Riley’s throwing her birthday party at the CY Club. Don’t worry, I’ll call him right now!"

Selina gently pressed her hand over his. "Don’t."

Luke recoiled, horrified. "You’re just gonna let this slide?"

"Who said I’m letting it slide." Selina lifted a brow. "CY Club, right? Take me there."

"!"

Luke jumped like he’d been shocked, going from righteous anger to sheer terror. He stammered: "Selina, calm down, okay? Murder’s illegal!"

Selina nodded. "I’m calm."

Luke: "..." Really? Because you look like you’re about to kill someone!

He was genuinely worried Logan might end up dead on the spot. But in the end, he hurried to follow her.

CY Club was an upscale venue. A lot of the city’s elite liked to throw birthdays and parties there.

But tonight, the doors were firmly shut.

"Looks like they really booked the whole place...Riley went all out. Even though the club’s owned by the Nelson family, a single night’s revenue is no joke. Renting it out means they’re not making any money at all..."

Luke was still muttering to himself, trying to figure out how they were supposed to get in, when he saw Selina already striding right up to the entrance like she owned the place, clearly planning to force her way in.

Wait—was she seriously that bold?

Sure enough, the bouncer stopped her. "Miss, the club is closed for a private event tonight. You can’t go in."

Selina paused, then suddenly gave him a bright smile.

Inside the club’s largest private room.

Logan sat in the corner of the sofa, swirling his drink, waiting for the staff to bring out the cake.

Once they cut the cake, he could leave.

He’d gotten off the plane today only to find a text from Hunter asking him to stop by CY Club. Logan rarely turned Hunter down. He arrived only to find Hunter wasn’t there—the message had been from Riley.

It was Riley’s birthday. She’d asked him to stay for cake before he left. Out of respect for Hunter, he’d agreed to wait a few minutes before going. Unfortunately, his phone had chosen that moment to die, so he hadn’t been able to tell Selina.

But he’d be leaving soon.

"Logan, you’re so quiet. Was your trip tiring?" Riley asked, all concern.

Logan answered evenly, "No. It’s your birthday—just enjoy it. Don’t worry about me."

"Logan, you’re always so distant." Riley sighed. "Scott and the others are your friends, too. They just want to chat with you, but you’re so cold."

Scott Hanks and the others laughed and waved him over. "Come on, Logan, time to cut the cake!"

Logan gave a polite nod.

At that moment, they heard shouts outside the door.

"Miss, you can’t go that way!"

"The club is booked for a private event. You need to leave!"

"Stop her!"

"How did the door staff even let her in? What are they getting paid for?!"

"She tricked them into thinking she was one of Miss Nelson’s friends! Who knows what people will do to sneak into this club these days!"

"Damn it, what do we do? Miss Nelson is celebrating in there—we can’t let this woman disrupt it!"

"Hey! Stop right there! You can’t afford to offend Miss Nelson!"

Selina ignored them all completely. Her target was clear: she headed straight for the biggest private room, shoving past the guards chasing after her.

Luke was following her, heart in his throat, taking the long way around. He was both terrified and thrilled.

"Holy shit, Selina—holy shit! That was badass! How’d you even think of that? Holy shit!"

Remembering what she’d pulled five minutes ago, Luke had turned into a one-man hype machine.

Five minutes earlier.

Selina had looked at the bouncer and given him a calm, sweet smile.

"We’re friends of Miss Nelson too—just running late. We can’t come in now?"

Luke nearly had a heart attack. Selina! If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable! Friends with Riley? More like mortal enemies!

Of course, the bouncer didn’t buy it. "Miss Nelson only invited seven people tonight. None of them were women. Miss, you picked the wrong lie."

Luke had practically felt his soul leaving his body. We’re so screwed.