Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 605

Chapter 605: Got Snatched?

Logan’s eyes glimmered with amusement. "Who is it?"

Selina answered honestly. "The grandfather who adopted me... and Uncle Gordon also taught me a little."

Logan gave a knowing nod. "But I’d imagine your grandfather wouldn’t stop you from taking on another teacher."

That much was true.

Still, Selina genuinely felt that even if she formally apprenticed under someone, it wouldn’t do her much good.

Before she could say anything, Logan suddenly added, "Since you’re so interested in oil painting, why don’t I introduce you to a friend of mine?"

Selina tilted her head, intrigued. "What friend?"

"Mr. Brandon," Logan replied evenly.

Selina froze, startled. "You know him?"

Mr. Brandon was the most renowned yet mysterious painter in the country. His works were coveted both domestically and abroad, often fetching astronomical prices. Everyone, without exception, praised his genius.

But he was so reclusive—despite his fame, no one had ever seen him. Not even Selina knew what he looked like.

Yet Logan knew him?

Logan’s lips curved into a quiet smile. "Mm."

Selina’s eyes lit up with excitement, but after a moment’s hesitation, she shook her head. "Forget it. I’d rather not disturb him."

That actually surprised Logan. He had clearly seen the spark of delight in her gaze just a moment ago. "Why not?"

Selina’s voice was sincere. "He’s older now. If he values you as a friend, then of course he’d respect the people you introduce to him. But I’m just a junior, while he’s a senior I truly admire. I don’t want to trouble him unnecessarily."

Logan: "..."

After a long pause, Logan finally frowned, his voice low. "...Older?"

Selina’s eyes shone brightly. "Yes! Mr. Brandon is a mentor I deeply admire. These past years, he’s never made a public appearance, never attended events, not even held an exhibition. I figured it must be because of his age—that he’s no longer mobile. So really, let’s not burden him."

For once, Logan found himself speechless.

...

Two days later, Ava’s apprenticeship banquet took place as planned.

Selina received a phone call. "Changed venues? Alright, I understand."

After hanging up, she turned to Logan. "Today is Auntie Brown’s birthday. The Brown Family is holding a private dinner at the NF Restaurant. Auntie... well, she told me to bring you along."

The Browns truly treated Selina like their own. There was no way she’d miss Mrs. Brown’s birthday celebration.

Logan nodded. "That call just now—was it from Mrs. Brown? What’s this about changing venues?"

Selina explained matter-of-factly. "The NF Restaurant was partly funded by an investment I made five years ago. Technically, that makes me a shareholder. Since it’s Auntie’s birthday, I naturally reserved the best private room for her. But she said the A-room was taken by force."

"She said she didn’t want to cause a scene on her birthday, so she let it go and moved to the B-room. She just reminded me not to walk into the wrong one."

Logan narrowed his eyes. "The NF Restaurant’s private room, taken by force?"

Although NF had only been open for five years, it was already one of the most sought-after restaurants in City N. Tables were impossible to get without early reservations, and Selina had definitely secured the best room in advance for Mrs. Brown.

And someone dared to seize it?

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