Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 119

"Relax. Your girlfriend's with mine. She's got a good heart—she'll look after her."

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"This is all your fault. We're going to be late!" Evelyn snapped, irritation clear in her voice.

If her mother hadn't insisted she bring along the daughter of a family friend, she would've arrived ages ago.

She'd told Chloe to meet her at six thirty, but it was almost seven thirty before she finally showed up.

"Sorry, Evelyn. My car broke down on the way. That's why I'm late," Chloe apologized, clearly flustered and out of breath.

She could feel sweat gathering in her palms as she thought about what she had planned for later that evening.

The more guilty she felt, the easier it was to mess up.

Somehow, she'd left the sedatives she'd meant to slip into someone's drink at home, and had to rush all the way back to retrieve them.

Evelyn shot her a sideways glance, but what could she do? It was already late—she could only hope Alexander hadn't left yet.

Like Alexander, Evelyn was a student of Professor Vance, in the same graduating class.

Her relationship with Professor Vance was nothing special, but she'd harbored a secret crush on Alexander for years.

Who would've thought Alexander would end up dating some low-tier actress?

If a celebrity could catch his eye, why couldn't she? After all, she was the Warren family's only daughter.

The Warrens might not be at the very top of the social ladder, but they were still far above the likes of the Carringtons.

Which was precisely why Evelyn looked down on Chloe.

The moment they stepped into the ballroom, Evelyn marched off to find her professor, not bothering to spare Chloe another glance.

Chloe bit back her frustration—offending Evelyn was out of the question.

She scanned the room, searching for Stellan, but there was no sign of him.

Chloe shot her a glare. "Excuse me, this is between me and Sunny. Would you mind staying out of it?"

Vicky rolled her eyes. She couldn't stand women who came in oozing attitude.

"Listen, lady, could you keep your drama to yourself? This is Professor Vance's dinner party, not some barnyard free-for-all. If you want to bark, try the exit."

Chloe's chest heaved with indignation. "Who are you calling a dog?"

With a sneer, she turned to Sunny. "Let me guess—you get dumped by Tristan and now you're here, angling for a new sugar daddy?"

"My advice? Don't bother. You might have a pretty face, but you're still used goods. This isn't your kind of place, so why don't you do everyone a favor and leave?"

Sunny regarded her meltdown with icy calm. She was just about to retort when a familiar scent—warm, woodsy cologne—wafted over her.

She found herself enfolded in a strong, reassuring embrace.

A man's deep eyes glinted with cool warning as he spoke: "Are you saying my date isn't welcome here?"