Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 546: The Wager Agreement

Soone pretended to be clueless and deliberately said, "Don’t talk nonsense. If Mr. Ronald is lying, then doesn’t that an this isn’t actually Country Y’s way of making friends? Then why would Paula go out of her way to insult Miss Clark like that?"

"That’s right, that’s right. I believe this really is Country Y’s custom. Miss Paula only wanted to befriend Miss Clark. So now Miss Clark only wants to befriend Mr. Ronald. Isn’t that fair?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Selina’s lips curved into a smile.

When Paula had insulted her under the na of the Country Y royal family, had she ever imagined it would co to this?

Now, would Ronald admit it or not—would he accept her as a "friend"?

If Ronald kept fuming and demanded an apology, then it would prove that Paula’s words had never been a friendly joke at all, but a deliberate insult.

But if Ronald didn’t admit he was lying, then he’d have to swallow Selina’s insult along with his pride.

Ronald clenched his teeth so hard his jaw trembled. After a long silence, he finally chose the lesser of two evils and ground out the words: "Yes. This is indeed our Country Y custom! Miss Clark—this friendship, I will accept!"

The last line was spoken through gritted teeth, every word biting, the threat behind it all too clear.

Selina remained utterly unfazed. She turned slowly, her tone unhurried. "Mm. I’ll rember this friendship with Mr. Ronald as well."

"Miss Clark—"

Just as Selina was about to leave, Ronald sneered. "I hear Miss Clark is also competing in this perfu contest? That you’ve even made it into the semifinals?"

Selina arched a brow. "And what of it?"

"I just wanted to remind Miss Clark—the judging is strict. I am one of the judges. Bribery will absolutely not be tolerated!"

At those words, the entire hall went silent again.

A mont later, Selina let out a soft, scornful laugh. "What’s this...? Is Mr. Ronald insinuating that I would buy my way into a ranking?"

Ronald gave a helpless smile, as if none of the earlier unpleasantness had happened. "I heard Miss Clark is the chairwoman of SL Group, busy with business. But perfury requires not just talent—it takes ti and dedication. Compared to professional perfurs, Miss Clark must be lacking a little... I was rely worried you might insist on winning a place, so I offered a kind reminder."

A kind reminder?

Selina suddenly recalled—when Paula had handed her that nightclub dress, she had said it was out of "kindness" too.

Selina gave a derisive laugh. "There’s no need for Mr. Ronald to trouble himself. Whether I make it to the finals, whether I win a place—that has nothing to do with you."

Ronald feigned sudden realization. "Oh, I see. Miss Clark is just here for fun, right? After all, when it cos to perfu, no one in the world can surpass Country Y. If Miss Clark is interested and wants to broaden her horizons, of course we understand."

Then Ronald burst out laughing. "But as for the championship, that’s already reserved for us in Country Y! Who would’ve thought—Country M is so large, with so many people, and yet not a single one worth putting on the stage. Hahaha!"

His words made the perfurs of Country M burn with fury.

But the worst part was—Ronald wasn’t wrong. They couldn’t refute him. All they could do was clench their fists in anger.

"Is that so?"

Selina’s sudden, light laugh cut through the air, silencing Ronald’s laughter in an instant.

Her gaze swept over him casually, her tone faint yet sharp as a blade. "Then please, Mr. Ronald—watch closely. Let’s see who the champion really is."

At that mont, Paula arrived at the scene as well.

The instant she laid eyes on Selina, she felt her anger surge. The mory of being humiliated in front of so many people the night before—forced to apologize to Selina—made her blood boil.

Now, hearing Selina’s so-called "boastful" words, Paula let out a loud laugh. "Mr. Ronald, soone here is looking down on you!"

Among the contestants this ti were several of Ronald’s own students. In Country Y, it was already taken for granted that the champion, runner-up, and third place would all belong to them.

Selina’s lips curved in a half-smile. "Miss Paula always says I don’t know what’s good for , but from where I’m standing, it’s Miss Paula and Mr. Ronald who are too confident. The competition hasn’t even started, and yet you’re already crowning the champion. Aren’t you afraid of a reversal?"

To her surprise, Ronald burst out laughing. Clearly, he was suprely confident in himself. With disdain, he said, "Miss Clark, let’s be frank—Country M’s perfus are pathetic. They’re not even in the sa league as . Even my students are enough to crush your most renowned perfurs."

"And besides, Country Y has the world-famous, globally recognized master perfur Piper. And I... am Piper’s only student."

At those words, the faces of Country M’s perfurs darkened. It was as if they had all taken a blow.

Piper...

She was the perfur who had exploded onto the scene six years ago, and for six years straight had won the ’Most Popular Perfur Award’ worldwide. Across all kinds of competitions—big or small, professional or not—she had taken ho a total of 132 gold dals. It was an achievent unprecedented in history.

What people did know was that Piper was a woman. But her age and nationality remained unknown.

Every year, speculation swirled: which country could possibly have produced soone with such extraordinary talent in perfury?

Most assud she must be from Country Y—after all, Country Y was the land of perfu.

Still, hearing Ronald confirm it outright now was shocking.

The perfurs of Country Y, on the other hand, were overjoyed. Piper truly was one of their own—what a triumph!

Ronald sneered. "So you see, Miss Clark, it’s not that I’m looking down on you—it’s simply that Country Y is too strong. Even if you could defeat my students, you’d never defeat . And even if you could defeat , you’d never defeat Piper."

Yes—Piper.

The confidence of the Country Y perfurs soared. There was no way they could lose.

Paula felt as if she had finally vented her humiliation. Wanting Selina to lose face even more, she lifted her chin arrogantly. "Miss Clark, you look as though you’re not convinced. Why don’t we make a bet?"

"If the champion turns out to be from Country M, I will publicly apologize to every perfur from Country M—and I’ll invest twenty billion in your SL Group."

At the ntion of twenty billion, Selina’s brows lifted. A sudden thought flashed through her mind.

She rembered—that twenty billion was originally ant to be invested in Perry Group and Reid Group. But if she could seize it for herself...

Ronald felt sothing was wrong and tried to intervene. But Paula only grew more excited, speaking faster, not giving him a chance to cut in.

"If you lose, you must admit that Country M perfury is inferior to Country Y—and you must give twenty billion!"

The hall fell into dead silence.

The perfurs of Country M felt deeply insulted. They tried to dissuade Selina—if she accepted, she would be walking right into Paula’s trap.

So were genuinely concerned for her. This wasn’t just about an apology—this was about twenty billion. The stakes were far too high.

"Twenty billion..."

Selina tilted her head slightly. "Miss Paula, that’s quite a gamble. But with such a huge sum, if Miss Paula were to go back on her word afterward, who would I turn to for justice?"

Paula almost laughed herself sick. Did Selina seriously think she could take first place?

With a sneer, she said, "I have twenty billion in assets. I can have the whole world bear witness, and I’ll have the best legal team draft the wager contract. The only question is—do you dare?"

Do you dare?

Selina’s lips curved into a relaxed, serene smile. "All right."