Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 134

It all started because Chloe and Sunny just couldn't get along.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, after all.

No sooner had she hung up the phone than Chloe was dialing Sean to tattle.

"Dad, didn't you say Sunny might get back together with Tristan? Well, did you know Tristan's getting married to Luna next month?"

Sean froze. "What? Who told you that? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Chloe smirked, her voice full of satisfaction. "Luna just called me herself to share the good news. She even asked me to be her bridesmaid!"

"Dad, honestly, you've backed the wrong horse. Sunny's hopeless—if you're counting on her to marry into the Lawson family, you might as well forget it!"

"Enough!" Sean cut her off sharply, his patience wearing thin.

His daughter's words were so crude he could hardly stand to listen.

When it came to his two daughters—both the eldest and the youngest—neither had ever given him a moment's peace.

"I'll speak with your sister myself. But for the next month, you'd better keep your head down. Don't cause any trouble before the wedding."

If the news about Tristan's marriage was true, then the wedding would be even grander than the last one—more elite families, more influential guests. If his daughter could appear as a bridesmaid for the Lawsons, it might just restore some of their reputation.

Sean was nothing if not pragmatic. Whichever daughter could bring him prestige, that was the one who'd win his favor.

Sunny spotted her father's car waiting outside the law office.

She slid into the passenger seat. "Dad, what brings you here?"

Sean gave a little snort. "Why, am I not allowed to show up? Sunny, do you even remember the promises you made? Now Tristan's getting married—how are you supposed to marry into the Lawson family?"

Sunny's eyes flickered. So, he knew.

She offered a calm, almost lazy smile. "I know, Dad. We broke up. He can marry whoever he wants. What's wrong with that?"

"You—" Sean's jaw tightened. "Sunny, last time you swore up and down you'd get me what I wanted: you and Ms. Quinn—and your sister—could move out of the family estate, but only if you married into the Lawsons. Now you're telling me none of it matters?"

"This is all wrong!"

He never expected this—never!

His daughter was aiming for Stellan!

But why would Stellan look twice at her? She was, after all, the woman his nephew had rejected.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Stellan isn't someone you can just set your sights on."

Sunny met his gaze, her words slow and deliberate. "And if I do?"

Sean felt his heart skip, swallowing hard. "If you do, I'll agree."

"Great! Words are cheap—I want it in writing, notarized."

You can't catch a big fish without a little bait.

Gritting his teeth, Sean made up his mind and answered rashly, "Fine!"