CHAPTER 500: WHAT A STORYTELLER

Selina refused to attend the Morris Family’s reunion banquet, but the event went ahead as planned.

In the days that followed, all of City A was buzzing about it. The fanfare was loud and over-the-top—so much so that even the usually aloof housekeeper at Pear Blossom Estate had heard about it.

It made sense that Selina wouldn’t show up, but Kyle’s absence raised eyebrows.

Ever since Hannah married into the Morris Family, Kyle had been subtly pushed aside.

At the banquet, his name wasn’t even mentioned. Joe seemed to have completely forgotten his existence—like he’d been brainwashed by Hannah.

Now, for a "fraud," they were throwing a lavish public event.

Selina scrolled through the news and raised an eyebrow.

"The louder they make this, the more humiliating it gets. What is Joe even thinking?"

Logan sat down beside her.

"If they don’t make a big show of it, it’s even worse. He’s just choosing the lesser of two evils."

After all, Joe had gone on and on about how Selina was his daughter—even after she cut ties with the Morris Family. He played the role of a devoted father to the public.

And now?

It was a joke.

She wasn’t even the real Selina.

To avoid losing even more face, Joe spun a new story:

The imposter was also his daughter. Supposedly, Victoria had given birth to twins—Selina and Angela—and they were separated at birth. That’s why no one had realized the truth until now.

Sure, Angela had done some questionable things. But, according to Joe, it was only because she craved love and belonging. Now that she understood her mistakes, the Morris Family had decided to forgive her.

And besides—if Angela and Selina weren’t sisters, how could they look so alike?

Selina closed Twitter, her tone skeptical.

"Hard to believe someone that brainless could be in charge of the entire Morris Family."

While the Morris Family couldn’t compare to the Reid Family, it was still a top-tier name in City H. Selina had always heard the Morris patriarch was sharp and decisive.

She hadn’t expected this.

Logan chuckled softly.

"Who knows?"

Ding-ding...

Just then, Selina’s phone lit up. She glanced down and raised a brow.

"What is it?" Logan noticed the shift in her expression.

She waved her phone at him, showing the words "Class Reunion".

Then she said, with deliberate calm: "Our high school class president just invited me to a reunion. Should be... interesting."

Logan arched a brow.

"Oh? What’s interesting about it?"

Selina replied casually, "The class president will be there... and a few people who used to really dislike me."

"None of the people I actually got along with are on the list. So why was I specifically invited?"

Over the years, Selina had followed her grandfather across the country. She’d bounced between cities like City A and City N, transferring schools often.

She’d only attended City A’s No. 3 High School for her freshman year.

Back then, she barely spoke to the people now on the reunion guest list. After she transferred out, she never stayed in touch.

They were part of the class president’s clique—a group known for bullying and making trouble.

Now suddenly they wanted her at a reunion? Yeah, something was definitely up.

Before she could respond, another message popped up:

[It’s been so long! Come hang out—someone else is footing the bill. You don’t have to pay a thing! Aren’t you curious how I even found you?]

Selina’s eyes narrowed.

Then came another text:

[Obviously, a mutual friend gave me your info. Otherwise, how could I contact Mrs. Reid herself?]

Selina let out a cold chuckle.

[Send me the address.]

[Tomorrow at 4 PM, Celestial Feast.]

...

The next afternoon, there were less than ten minutes to go before four o’clock.

Logan pulled up to the curb.

"You sure you don’t want me to come in with you?"

Selina smoothed her hair.

"No need."

"Alright. If anything comes up, talk to the manager—everyone at Celestial Feast will listen to you."

Selina paused as she stepped out of the car.

"You think the class president knows Celestial Feast is under your name?"

Logan’s lips curved with amusement.

"Hard to say, but most likely not."

True. If they did know Logan owned this place, would they really have the nerve to hold the reunion here? That level of confidence would be insane.

Selina took the elevator to the third floor. Just as she reached the private room, she heard voices from inside.

"It’s already four. Why isn’t Selina here yet? Must be nice to marry well—look at that attitude, making all of us wait like we’re her servants."

Selina paused mid-step, eyebrows arching slightly.

The class president put on a fake polite voice.

"Let’s wait a little longer. There’s still, what, two minutes until four?"

"I heard she’s the CEO of SL Group. Is that for real? Her? A CEO?"

A man’s voice chimed in, half-joking, half-implying more than he said.

"You think she got that position on merit? Word is, President Brooks of SL gives her whatever she wants. He’s in his thirties, right? Wouldn’t be surprised if..."

A round of sleazy laughter echoed in the room.

The class president pretended to scold them.

"Come on, don’t talk like that. We’re all classmates here. Maybe Selina’s changed—been years, after all."

"Please. People don’t change that much. Remember how she couldn’t even handle being vice class rep? And now she’s supposedly running SL Group? Sounds more like Brooks just handed her a title to keep her happy."

"Hey, is the boss of Celestial Feast really gonna show up today?"

Selina had heard enough and was about to push open the door when that last comment stopped her.

The owner of Celestial Feast?

She hesitated, pulled out her phone, and quickly checked the documents Logan had transferred to her name. Her eyes widened.

Every single share of Celestial Feast had been signed over to her.

Which meant... she was the owner.

Inside, the conversation continued.

The class president said, "I’m not sure. We’re just taking our chances. But Miss Morris said the owner might show, so maybe they will."

"Our studio’s in deep trouble. The only hope is to convince the Celestial Feast boss to delete the surveillance footage, or that woman’s definitely gonna sue us."

The class president cut in, annoyed, "How many times do I have to tell you? If you wanna mess around with women, fine, but not here. Guests at Celestial Feast are rich and powerful—you think you can get away with that crap here?"

"It was just a maid! So what if we had some fun? Who knew she’d flip out and threaten to sue? Whatever. Worst case, we throw more money at it. The owner won’t side with her over us, right?"

Selina narrowed her eyes and turned to the manager beside her.

The manager spoke in a low voice, "Mrs. Reid, those classmates of yours came in last week and assaulted a maid who works for Taylor Group. She reported it to the police. Things escalated, so they contacted Taylor Group and got the maid fired. Now she’s planning to sue and wants access to the security footage."

"Your class president is here to beg you to have the footage destroyed."

Selina’s expression darkened with every word.

She asked coldly, "Do they know I’m the owner of Celestial Feast?"

The manager shook his head.

"I don’t believe so. Want me to throw them out?"

Selina smirked.

"They don’t know? Well... isn’t that just perfect."