Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 388: No Mercy Given

Selina, eager to share the drama, jogged out to the balcony. Spotting Logan reviewing docunts, she waved the wireless phone in her hand and pressed the speaker button.

Logan raised an eyebrow.

The voice they heard just now belonged to one of Madam Nelson’s so-called friends.

As soon as she finished speaking, several more voices chid in around her:

"Yeah, this place is incredible. Madam Nelson, hasn’t Riley been here before?"

"She must have. Otherwise, how would Riley even know about this place? I’ve heard Mr. Reid’s brought her here plenty of tis in private."

"Manager, get us so rooms."

After her friends finished gushing, Madam Nelson finally gave a haughty nod. "You heard them, didn’t you? These are all my friends. Treat them well."

The manager sounded flustered. "Madam Nelson, I’m really sorry, but Pear Blossom Estate isn’t open to guests. Mr. Reid made it very clear—no exceptions. Please... we’ll have to ask you to leave."

Madam Nelson’s expression darkened instantly.

The freeloaders around her weren’t having it either. Their tone turned cocky and overbearing.

"What are you talking about? Madam Nelson isn’t an outsider! You’ll regret it if she gets mad!"

"Exactly. Even if Mr. Reid said it’s private, that obviously doesn’t apply to her. She already told us—if she wants to stay here, she will!"

Once everyone had said their piece, Madam Nelson tossed her hair and added with smug disdain, "Fine, arrange our rooms. I’ll put in a good word for you with Logan later."

Still, the manager stood firm. "I’m really sorry, but I can’t. Mr. Reid is staying here with his wife, and he explicitly said—"

"Oh, I get it," Madam Nelson cut in coldly. "It’s not that Mr. Reid said no—it’s Mrs. Reid, isn’t it?"

Right then, another voice cut in—sharp, full of contempt, completely overpowering the manager’s.

"What, Mr. Reid never taught her the aning of basic courtesy? We’re not even asking much. And Madam Nelson is the mother of his best friend! What kind of ssage is that supposed to send?"

"Co on, Manager, talk so sense into your Mrs. Reid. No need to be so petty. This place is massive—it’s a waste not to let us stay."

"Yeah, we’re just thinking of Mr. Reid’s best interest!"

The manager’s face was flushed red, but Madam Nelson was Hunter’s mother. He couldn’t afford to offend her. "But—"

"No ’buts.’" Madam Nelson sneered. "Even if Mrs. Reid doesn’t approve, Logan won’t bla . Now go arrange our rooms—"

A crisp female voice suddenly interrupted her through the phone, sharp as glass:

"If even Madam Nelson knows Pear Blossom Estate is a private residence, then what’s this? The Nelson Family fallen so far they can’t afford a hotel? You have to freeload off your junior’s ho now—for food, lodging, and drinks?"

The call went dead silent.

Madam Nelson’s temper exploded.

She knew instantly—that was Selina’s voice.

"Miss Clark, what kind of nonsense is that?! Pear Blossom Estate is huge! Even if it’s Logan’s private property, how many rooms can he possibly use by himself? The rest are sitting empty! I’m an elder—what’s wrong with staying here for a couple days? He wouldn’t say no!"

"Don’t assu everyone else is as petty as you! Our families have always been close. Honestly, even if I stayed here long-term, Logan wouldn’t say a word!"

Selina blinked and nudged Logan with her elbow, whispering, "Your ’elder’ really has no sha, huh?"

Logan smirked slightly.

Madam Nelson, emboldened by the silence on the line, puffed herself up again.

"Miss Clark, you’re Logan’s wife, so act like it. Don’t go giving people the impression you’re disrespectful to your elders. Anyway, I heard Pear Blossom Estate has a room with a pear tree right in the courtyard. I want that one. Selina, you get it ready for—"

Just then, a cool, deep male voice ca through the phone—calm but commanding, carrying authority without needing to raise its tone:

"Does Madam Nelson not understand what ’private residence’ ans?"

The entire hall went dead silent.

Everyone recognized that voice.

It was Logan.

Madam Nelson felt as if she’d been slapped across the face—hard.

Yes, she knew it was private. But so what? She wasn’t so random outsider, right?

It had to be Selina’s doing—she must’ve gotten into Logan’s head. Otherwise, if Logan had seen her show up, he definitely would’ve welcod her properly!

Madam Nelson let out a forced laugh and tried to regain control, putting on her usual elder’s airs.

"Logan, co on. Pear Blossom Estate is usually so quiet. I just brought a few friends over to liven things up. Once the place opens to the public, we can help promote it for you—don’t you think that’s fair?"

Logan chuckled, and the laughter reached Madam Nelson’s ears through the phone, making Madam Nelson feel a little creepy.

"Maybe I need to explain again what private residence ans?"

A private residence ant exactly that—not open, not comrcial.

Yes, Pear Blossom Estate had clearly cost a fortune to build. If it didn’t generate revenue, it would be a financial loss. But Logan could afford it. He had never once ntioned publicly that he even owned Pear Blossom Estate—let alone intended to open it.

Madam Nelson had just assud: a high-end resort like this? Of course he’d eventually turn it into a business. And of course, no one would dare turn away a crowd of socialites like them.

But Logan had just made it clear—it would never open.

Madam Nelson’s voice wavered. "B-but Riley said..."

"Oh?" Selina asked innocently. "What exactly did Miss Nelson say?"

"Are you saying... Miss Nelson told you Pear Blossom Estate was about to open? And that’s why you brought all your friends along?"

Selina gave a curious hum.

"How strange. Is Miss Nelson a mind reader? Logan himself didn’t know Pear Blossom Estate was opening, yet she did?"

Madam Nelson’s face turned bright red.

The socialites standing with her exchanged uncomfortable glances.

Sothing felt... off.

They thought back to what Riley had told them.

—"Pear Blossom Estate? Oh, I know it. It’s Logan’s place. It’s about to open soon."

—"Really? We’ve never heard that before. How do you know?"

—Riley had smiled shyly. "There’s nothing about Logan I don’t know."

—Madam Nelson had added proudly, "Riley and Logan have always been close. Stuff like this? Mrs. Reid doesn’t even know yet, but Riley’s already in the loop. Don’t worry—if Riley says we can stay there, we absolutely can."

Those ladies had gone ho and repeated the story to their families. Riley and Logan’s "close" relationship had beco common knowledge in their circles.

So now, anyti soone ntioned Riley, they also thought of her and Logan being "inseparable."

But in this mont... it was obvious.

Riley had been lying.

Logan’s voice cut through the tension like a blade:

"It seems Riley has a habit of making up stories about behind my back."

"N-no, it’s not like that!"

Madam Nelson panicked. How had things spiraled like this? All she’d ant to do was show off Riley’s closeness with Logan. How had she ended up causing such a ss?

She couldn’t let Logan misunderstand Riley!

Eyes darting around, Madam Nelson quickly shifted gears.

"Oh—oh! No, it wasn’t Riley. I misspoke. It was Hunter! Hunter told that!"