Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 112

Grace Quinn and Chloe had no choice but to move into Azure Heights Residence, their pride stinging with every box they carried through the door.

They called it a luxury apartment, but it was nothing compared to the comfort of their old house.

Chloe stared at her new, much smaller room, and in a fit of frustration, threw her things onto the floor.

Grace's expression was cold. "Chloe, instead of sulking, you'd be better off thinking about how to find yourself a powerful ally."

"Don't even think about Tristan. He's not right for you, and he won't help you deal with that manipulative girl. You need someone with real influence."

Chloe's face changed. "Mom, you mean—?"

Grace's eyes glinted with resentment. "Yes. Only that man can help you turn things around."

If her daughter could get together with the Lawson family's heir, Grace wouldn't have to worry about that little witch ever again.

Even if that girl managed to win Tristan back, he'd be nothing compared to the man Grace had in mind.

Chloe remembered the scene at her grandmother's memorial: that man standing next to her sister. For a moment, doubt crept into her heart.

Would he ever look at her that way?

"Chloe, he won't be easy to win over, but there's always a way. If you could get pregnant with his child first, I could make sure you marry into the Lawson family."

Chloe pictured his tall, perfect figure and impossibly handsome face. If she could be in his arms, she'd do it willingly.

Blushing, Chloe looked down, embarrassed. "I understand, Mom."

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Meanwhile, Sunny had borrowed Stellan's bodyguard to settle a score, and she had to admit—having that kind of power felt amazing.

She stood by the window, phone pressed to her ear as she called him.

He answered almost instantly.

Stellan's deep, slightly raspy voice came through the line. "Hey. Is it taken care of?"

"Yeah," Sunny replied, her tone light with satisfaction. "It's done."

"Thank you, Stellan."

His voice softened with a hint of amusement. "Just a thank you?"

How was she supposed to answer that?

"Sunny, do you really think I'm that impatient, that desperate?"

"There's a finance gala this weekend. I need a date. Come with me."

Sunny wanted to kick herself.

"I'm sorry, Stellan."

All she could hear was his breathing—long enough for her to wonder if he really was upset.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong," she blurted out, her voice unconsciously soft and sweet, desperate to make things right.

Stellan's breath hitched, but his voice stayed calm. "Alright. I'll pick you up Saturday."

After the call, Stellan looked down at himself and chuckled.

Pathetic. Just one word from her and he was a mess.

He leaned back on the sofa, eyes closed, her voice echoing in his mind—over and over again, that soft little "Stellan."