Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 541: Let Me Help You

Riley noticed the stares around her, her eyes almost splitting with rage, wishing she could strangle Selina right then and there!

These were clothes ant for Selina... all that scheming, all that effort, and in the end she had only made wedding clothes for Selina?!

Grandma Perry had been picking out clothes for Selina from the very beginning! She had spent a million dollars only to make Selina shine—ahhh! Why?!

Grandma Perry glanced at Riley, her voice calm but firm. "Mm, yes, we should return the money to Riley. Take it from my account. This was always ant to be my gift to Selina."

Riley snapped out of her fury, as if waking from a dream. "No... Grandma, that’s not what I ant. I was just... a little surprised."

She quickly put on a nonchalant smile, pretending nothing had happened. "Selina, Grandma really does treat you well."

The sales assistant, sensing the tension, stepped in with a smile. "Well, Mrs. Reid and Madam are family after all."

Selina nearly burst out laughing.

That "family" was like stomping straight onto Riley’s landmine—dancing on her minefield.

Riley forced a smile, but it looked worse than if she hadn’t smiled at all.

Selina’s lips curled in a slow smile. "That’s right. Grandma and I are family, so of course she buys clothes. But I didn’t expect Miss Nelson would also be willing to spend money on . Maybe... Miss Nelson wants to be family with too?"

The onlookers hid their laughter: "..."

Well, wasn’t that true? Riley did want to beco family with Selina—because what she coveted was Selina’s husband!

"All right, I’m tired. Let’s go ho," Grandma Perry said to the butler at her side. At that mont, Riley’s phone chid with the crisp sound of a bank transfer.

Only after settling everything did Grandma Perry wave at Selina. "Selina, let’s go. We’re heading ho."

Then, as if suddenly rembering Riley, she added, "Riley, I’m old and my energy’s running low. I’ll head back to rest, so I won’t keep you for dinner. Take your ti, buy whatever you like, and charge it to my account. Butler, make sure Riley’s taken care of."

"Yes, Madam," the butler replied respectfully.

Riley’s face drained of color, inch by inch.

Not only had Grandma Perry restored Selina’s dignity, but she’d also ordered the butler to accompany Riley and let her shop freely.

When word got out, people would only say that although Riley had helped Madam Perry drive Alia away, Madam Perry had repaid Riley generously—hadn’t she spent plenty of money on her too?

In the end, that favor she thought she’d secured... vanished just like that!

Riley’s teeth ground together furiously, but all she could do was watch the two figures walk away—while forcing a stiff smile.

...Selina!

Her eyes flickered, and suddenly a thought struck her.

—Who said she was the only one who wanted Selina dead?

That duchess’s daughter from Country Y... wasn’t she the perfect blade to use?

...

Selina returned to the Perry estate and found Logan still sitting in the courtyard, sipping tea.

Beside him lay what looked like an invitation.

Grandma Perry had already gone to rest. Selina stepped closer and glanced at the paper.

"A Perfu Symposium?"

Logan gave a faint nod.

"Yeah. Country Y has proposed a collaboration with the Reid Group—to launch a new line of perfus and sell them in both countries as a cross-national product."

Country Y, known as the Kingdom of Perfu, boasted countless master perfurs, global prestige, and its own unique flower fields—making it unrivaled in the fragrance world.

A partnership with Country Y would certainly benefit the Reid Group.

Selina arched a brow.

"But judging by your expression, it looks like you’re not too eager to accept their proposal?"

Logan’s voice was calm. "Working with Country Y isn’t impossible—after all, it’s the royal family’s request. But I made two conditions."

"First, an open bidding process. Whether the perfurs are from Country M or Country Y, everyone can submit their creations to Reid Group. Each perfu will be publicly judged, and the best ones will be selected."

"Second, Reid Group must hold more than half of the shares and retain the majority of decision-making power."

Selina let out a soft "oh." "So... it’s the second condition that the Country Y royals won’t agree to?"

As for the first demand, the royals of Country Y wouldn’t take it seriously.

After all, Country Y was the kingdom of perfu. Though small, no other nation’s fragrances surpassed theirs. Even if Country M perfurs competed alongside them, Country Y had nothing to fear.

But the second demand—that was sothing the royals would hesitate over.

Giving Reid Group more than 50% of the shares ant the partnership would be led by Reid Group, not by Country Y.

On a larger scale, it ant that Country M, not Country Y, would be in the driver’s seat.

Logan’s tone carried a subtle aning. "They’re royalty, after all. Pride still matters to them."

Selina nodded. "But I think they’ll agree. Their queen isn’t unreasonable. By the way, who’s representing the royal family in this partnership?"

Logan took a sip of tea. "Princess Ella."

Princess Ella... Selina suddenly recalled sothing. "Isn’t she that ’cousin princess’ Paula kept talking about?"

Logan didn’t deny it.

So that was the case...

Selina asked again, "And what about you? Who do you want to co out on top—the perfurs from Country Y, or from Country M?"

She knew that, in the eyes of the world, Country M was considered barren when it ca to perfury.

Not a single perfu from Country M had ever swept the globe. People thought those from Country M lacked artistry, lacked taste, lacked refinent.

That was why, at international exhibitions, Country M was always looked down upon in fields like fragrance and art.

The very reason Logan had agreed to this collaboration must have been his hope that Country M’s perfus could finally step onto the world stage.

Logan didn’t answer directly. Instead, he said, "The world doesn’t understand Country M’s fragrances. But I do. Their subtlety and depth aren’t sothing synthetic essences can replicate. The problem is, most people can’t appreciate it. Or rather—"

They just weren’t famous enough.

No major awards. No world-class celebrities endorsing them. Packaging that didn’t feel ’international.’

So, to outsiders, Country M’s perfus seed ’provincial’ at best.

Logan wanted to change that perception. That was why he’d taken the risk of collaborating with Country Y—the perfu capital of the world.

But so things couldn’t be changed by him alone.

Even so, Selina wanted to do her part.

She looked at him. "I want to join too. Is that allowed?"

Logan’s lips curved faintly. "Of course. Perfurs are all welco—no restrictions on status, nationality, gender, or age."

"After submission, there’ll be an open audition. A month later, fifty works will be chosen to enter the final evaluation."

"All the perfurs under the Reid Group will be involved. I’ve also reached out to perfurs from several major dostic fragrance brands, as well as those from niche perfu studios, to join in."

It wasn’t that dostic perfus lacked quality—what they lacked was a stage to truly shine.

Selina understood.

"Logan, let help you."

...

After returning ho, Selina reached out to a few friends she had gotten to know back when she first entered the world of perfury.