Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 15

Sunny arrived at the law firm early that morning.

"Sunny, thank goodness you're here. The boss is in one of his moods and needs you to put out the fire. Lily and Xander Fletcher really botched that trial yesterday," her assistant, Dahlia Clarke, whispered as she hurried past.

Sunny shot her an "OK" sign, then knocked on the conference room door.

"Come in."

She stepped inside to find Lily Williams and Xander looking utterly deflated, while Wyatt Glenn sat at the head of the table, his expression icy. He looked so angry he could barely speak.

"Sunny, you're just in time," Wyatt said, his tone tight. "How did yesterday's hearing go with Argent Capital Management—the contract dispute you were handling?"

Sunny sat down. "It went smoothly, sir. The opposing party's client is open to a settlement."

"Excellent. Lily, Xander, you two should learn a thing or two from Sunny—I might actually be able to stop popping blood pressure meds every day. All right, you two are dismissed. Sunny, stay a moment."

Sunny took a deep breath. "Sir, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Wyatt was always more patient when it came to his top attorney. "Go ahead."

"My contract as legal counsel for SkyVault Entertainment is up at the end of the month. After that, I'd like to hand the account over to either Xander or Lily. Would that be all right?"

SkyVault Entertainment was a subsidiary of Lawson Corporation, and—more to the point—Tristan was in charge.

Now that things were over between her and Tristan, the last thing Sunny wanted was any lingering connection.

Wyatt's brow furrowed. "You brought SkyVault in as a client, and now you want to pass them off? Sunny, are you sure you got enough sleep last night?"

SkyVault wasn't just any client—Lawson Corporation was a heavyweight, and landing any part of their business would be a huge win for the firm. In fact, Wyatt had asked Sunny in today hoping she could introduce him to some of Lawson's senior execs.

Sunny's eyes sparkled with amusement. "No more dieting. Whatever you're having, I'll join you."

Someone teased, "Wow, can't believe Sunny's breaking her three-month streak!"

"I'm not breaking it—I just don't need to squeeze into a wedding dress anymore. Let's go, or we'll be stuck waiting for the elevator again."

Her colleagues exchanged glances behind her back.

Did she just say she doesn't need a wedding dress? Wasn't the wedding supposed to be at the end of the month?

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The night before, Tristan had talked with his sister Luna late into the night. He'd crashed on the living room couch, with his beloved little sister asleep in her room just down the hall—and for once, he actually slept soundly.