Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: What’s Hers Is Hers

Selina didn’t bother to hide her sarcasm. "Sure. I’ll wait."

Angela nearly choked. She thought Selina should’ve been grateful she was even offered this "favor," but instead she had the nerve to just sit there, acting like she didn’t care—when obviously, she was waiting just as eagerly.

Fine, let her wait. Once the owner of Celestial Feast arrived, Selina would be nothing more than a bystander, forced to watch Angela chat with the owner while pretending not to care. Just imagining it was exhilarating.

Angela, now feeling smug, announced, "Everyone, take your seats. I asked earlier—the owner is here, probably just busy for now, but they’ll come find me in a bit."

She turned to Robinson. "About your situation, I’ll speak on your behalf. It wasn’t all your fault, no reason you should bear it alone."

The class rep, Robinson, put down his fork and lit up with excitement. "Thank you, Miss Morris. You’re so kind."

Angela gave a modest smile. "Don’t thank me. I just can’t stand seeing that woman act out. Don’t worry—the owner of Celestial Feast must be someone reasonable."

The group began to chime in with flattery.

"You truly see things clearly, Miss Morris."

"Exactly, I didn’t even want to make a big deal with that Taylor Group maid. It was mutual, but now she’s making it sound like I did her wrong. She’s the one trying to make trouble. I had no choice but to fight back!"

Selina’s eyes turned cold.

That maid was forced into something, yet Angela—also a woman—was defending the aggressor, calling the victim unreasonable.

Trying to impress Angela, Robinson turned to her again. "Miss Morris, I heard Celestial Feast has a dish that’s limited to only three servings per day—except for the owner’s friends and family. Do you think you could help us get a taste?"

The rumor was true.

Celestial Feast had a premium dish called the White Truffle Lobster Bisque, made with rare ingredients and a complicated recipe. Only three bowls were served each day—unless the order came from the owner’s personal guests.

Angela’s eyes lit up. That’s it. Why didn’t she think of this earlier?

If the owner was willing to make an exception for her, it would be the perfect power move—and the best way to humiliate Selina.

She turned with faux innocence. "Sister, would you like to try it?"

Selina raised an amused brow. "That depends if the owner agrees."

Angela hesitated briefly. She hadn’t actually met the owner yet. Would they agree?

Still, she was the Morris Family’s daughter. No matter what, the owner was a businessman. They wouldn’t dare turn her down.

Hungry for that look of envy from Selina, Angela signaled for a server.

But it wasn’t a server who entered—it was the manager of Celestial Feast.

He exchanged a glance with Selina, then turned to Angela with a neutral expression. "Miss Morris, how can I help you?"

Angela gave Selina a smug look. "My friend heard about your limited White Truffle Lobster Bisque and is curious to try it."

The manager smiled. "Unfortunately, today’s White Truffle Lobster Bisque has already sold out."

Angela was just about to object when the manager added politely, "However, may I ask who exactly is requesting it?"

Angela’s confidence grew—this wasn’t just a server, but the manager. Clearly, Celestial Feast valued her greatly.

There was no way they’d turn her down now.

She decided to push things further and motioned to Robinson, who immediately shoved Selina forward.

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