Chapter 153: Replaced Selina blinked in confusion.
Gordon, already full of disdain, continued, "Right now, itâs Miss Hayes, but who knows? There might be even more Misses in the future. Selina, this man is unreliable. How about we..."
Selina suddenly started coughing violently.
Wait a second, Uncle Gordon, isnât it a little inappropriate to badmouth someone right in front of them?
Gordon completely missed Selinaâs hint. "Are you catching a cold? Why are you coughing so much?"
Selina, desperate to make Gordon stop talking, coughed so hard that her eyes teared up. "No, Iâm fine. Uncle Gordon, why donât you come inside with me?"
Gordon nodded, but his disapproval remained. "Youâre coughing, and whereâs Logan? Heâs really not taking care of you properly! Selina, there are plenty of good men out there. Let me introduce you to..."
Selina nearly rolled her eyes. "Uncle Gordon, I thinkâ"
"Mr. King is absolutely right. That was my mistake."
Gordonâs expression froze instantly.
Selina also found it hard to keep a straight face.
Logan walked forward at a leisurely pace.
One look at his expression, and Gordon knew he had heard everything. His face stiffened, but he still held his ground. "Selina, did you hear that?
Logan admitted that heâs not good enough."
Selina: "..."
She had a feeling that wasnât exactly what Logan meant.
The man chuckled lightly. "Mr. King, my apologies. I knew Selina wasnât feeling well, so I went to get her a coat."
A jacket was draped over Selinaâs shoulders. She swallowed hard and quietly buried the truthâshe wasnât sick at all. One lie had now spiraled into countless others.
Seeing Loganâs polite attitude, Gordon suddenly felt a little guilty for talking about him behind his back. He begrudgingly gave some praise, "Well, at least you didnât let Bella get away with anything. Thatâs not too bad."
Selina: "..." Uncle Gordon, that was a really quick attitude change.
Logan gave a warm, gentlemanly smile. "Thank you for your trust, Mr. King."
Gordon clicked his tongue in his heart. He seemed to have a good temper... Maybe he really wasnât the same person from four years ago.
...
Halfway through the exhibit, Ethan found Logan. "Bella probably wonât let this go so easily."
Logan raised an eyebrow.
Ethan sighed. "I really didnât expect her to change this much. I used to think Rachel was the one always causing trouble for Hayes Family, while Bella had to clean up after her. But now, Iâm starting to wonder... Could Rachel really have offended so many people on her own?"
Hayes Family never really cared about Rachel, and Bella had built her reputation by constantly handling Rachelâs messes.
In a way, Bellaâs good image was constructed on the foundation of her sisterâs disgrace.
Alice shook her head. "Logan, Hayes Family did give you a âfavorâ in the past. You canât just make a move against them."
Loganâs smile was subtle. After the two finished speaking, he replied lazily, "I donât need to do it myself."
Alice shivered involuntarily.
Logan remained indifferent. "Selinaâs scar needs to be treated again."
Ethan nodded. "Iâll take care of it."
After the exhibit ended, Selina followed Ethan to the hospital to change her dressing before heading home.
...
The next morning, as she was preparing to go to the university, she glanced at the bandage on her neck and was about to take it off when Miller Butler quickly stopped her.
"Madam, sir said you mustnât remove it. If you donât like the way it looks, you can wear a decorative scarf instead."
Selina hesitated, then put her hand down.
It wasnât that she disliked it; she just wasnât used to it.
"Whereâs Logan?"
Miller Butler smiled. "Sir has gone to Carter Family. But donât worry, madam, he will be back very soon."
All throughout her class, Selina kept thinkingâwhy did Logan go to the Carter Family?
It was obvious that Carter Family was at odds with him. The last time Old Mr. Carter came to Sapphire Valley Villa, he was clearly there to ask for a favor. Carter Family had treated Logan terribly, so why would he still help them?
Frustration surged in Selina, and she hurriedly packed up, ready to head home.
"Selina."
She hadnât expected her professor to suddenly call out to her.
"Selina, howâs your preparation for the competition going?"
A month ago, City A University was selecting a student to represent the school in a prestigious design competition.
Selina had won first place in the internal university competition, so the spot was rightfully hers.
"Itâs going well. Whatâs wrong?"
But to her surprise, the professorâs expression turned somewhat uncomfortable.
"Selina, about this competition... You donât need to go anymore. The school has chosen someone else."
Selinaâs eyes narrowed instantly.
"Oh? But as far as I remember, every year, the top-ranking student represents the school. I placed first. Are you saying Iâm not qualified?"
The professorâs face stiffened with awkwardness, as if he had been caught red-handed.
"Regardless, just know that you wonât be participating. Another student will be taking your place."
Selina immediately understood.
"So someone stole my spot."
"Sis, how can you call it stealing?"
A delicate, sweet voice rang out as Natalia walked over, feigning innocence.
"Weâre sisters, after all. Besides, I grew up in high society, constantly exposed to art and culture. I have far broader experiences than you. Wouldnât it make more sense for me to compete?"
Nataliaâs tone was filled with artificial sweetness. She turned to the professor, flashing an apologetic smile.
"Professor, Iâm so sorry. My sister is always so petty about these things. I hope she hasnât troubled you."
The professorâs expression eased, and he nodded approvingly.
"Natalia, youâre much more understanding. Selina, the school gave you this opportunity, so the school can take it back. Natalia has far more exposure than you and is the better choice."
Selina let out a cold laugh.
"I recall that my dear sister was eliminated during the preliminary selection. And now, you have the audacity to say you know more about design than the actual champion?"
Nataliaâs eyes welled up with tears.
"Sis, are you questioning the schoolâs decision?"
The professorâs face darkened in rage.
"Selina, who do you think you are? So what if you won first place? If I say you donât deserve it, then you donât! You better accept reality and stop making trouble, or you can forget about graduating!"
With that, he stormed off.
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Selinaâs eyes darkened as she watched him leave.
She glanced at her phone and arched a brow.
Donât make trouble? Too bad, I recorded everything. How can I not cause trouble?
She knew this professor had some connections, but...
"Sis, are you upset?"
Now that they were alone, Natalia finally dropped the act, her expression turning venomous.
"You, a backwater bumpkin, actually thought you had the right to compete in a design contest? I took your spot for your own good."
Selina feigned confusion.
"Arenât you just the illegitimate daughter of a mistress? Snatching men, sleeping around... You have the audacity for that, so why shouldnât I have the audacity to compete? Speaking of which, has Mr. Perez given you a wedding date yet? Iâm waiting for the invitation."
"Youâ!"
Natalia trembled with rage, her face flushing red.
But then, as if recalling something, she forcibly suppressed her anger, curling her lips into a smug smile.
"What a shame... Mr. Perez left City A on his own accord. Iâll still be a Carter soon. Are you disappointed?"
Selina rolled her eyes.
So Clark Family had used Carter Family to protect Natalia.
She had no interest in listening to Nataliaâs self-indulgent gloating and turned to leaveâonly to be blocked.
Nataliaâs eyes gleamed with malice.
"Sis, I heard youâve been going to the hospital lately... trying to get rid of that scar?"
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