Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Childish Brat

Selina was definitely feeling guilty.

She hadn’t expected it at all—the entire presidential suite was decorated in SpongeBob! Foster VP must have been out of his mind with childlike enthusiasm.

When she was a kid living under Katie’s thumb, she never got to enjoy cartoons or any of the usual things children liked.

So after Grandpa brought her home, she went through a phase of being obsessed with them.

Especially SpongeBob and Doraemon—those had been her absolute favorites for about a month.

But that was over ten years ago! Why did her second brother still remember? And did he have to plaster SpongeBob all over the curtains, sheets, even the carpets? Did he want to publicly execute her dignity?

There was no way she’d let Logan see that.

Selina forced a smile. "Nothing, really. I’m just... concerned about their shooting schedule. Besides, the studio’s set up in the sky garden. Don’t you want to go check it out?"

Logan gave her a very knowing look. "Nope."

Selina: "..."

Does this man have any emotional intelligence? Can’t he read the room?!

"Mrs. Reid," Logan added helpfully, "Foster VP wasn’t exactly whispering just now—and the lounge door was wide open."

Which meant—

There were only three people on the whole floor. No background noise. The open door meant Logan had heard everything Foster VP said.

Selina struggled to maintain her dignity. "I’m going to the studio!"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "This is HM Hotel’s presidential suite. If you don’t even go in and rest a bit... that’d be a waste."

Selina snapped, red with embarrassment. "I’m not going in!"

Logan paused, then couldn’t help but laugh softly.

He really hadn’t pictured Mrs. Reid liking something so... adorable. He nodded seriously. "You should chat with Luke sometime. He’s pretty childish too."

Selina: "..."

She picked up her pace and hit the elevator button, slamming the door shut before Logan could follow her in.

The shoot went on until a little after four in the afternoon. When it finally wrapped up, Foster VP had even arranged a banquet to treat everyone.

By the time they left HM Hotel, it was past eight at night.

Because the entire hotel had been booked out, half the upper crust had been dying to know who had the guts—and the money—to pull it off. Many had posted lookouts near the hotel all day.

"I heard Mrs. Lee say she saw Riley Nelson today. You think the Nelson Family booked it?"

"Nelson Family? You think they can afford that? HM Hotel doesn’t just take anyone’s money."

"Maybe it was Hunter..."

"Look, someone’s coming out!"

All eyes turned.

"It’s Mr. Reid and Mrs. Reid? Guess that answers it. Must’ve been Mr. Reid who booked it. Makes sense—he’s the only one with that kind of pull. HM Hotel would do it for him."

"Wait..." someone frowned. "Why is HM Hotel’s number two, the famous Foster VP, bowing and scraping in front of Selina?"

That made everyone really look.

The person at the center of the entourage wasn’t Logan at all—it was Selina.

She was the one HM Hotel’s entire management was treating like royalty.

Foster VP himself opened the car door for her, and aside from a polite goodbye, he only spoke two sentences to Logan the whole time.

It was painfully obvious who his priority was.

If Logan had been the one who booked the place, Foster VP should have been all over him.

"I think..." an assistant swallowed nervously, "the one who booked the whole hotel might have been Selina."

Silence fell.

After a long moment, one heiress finally spoke in a thoughtful tone:

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