Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 151

"Mr. Lawson, Mr. Lawson is outside. Do you want to see him?" Quentin Chase asked.

Stellan glanced down at the five missed calls on his phone, shook his head, and replied coldly, "No. Tell him I'm still in a meeting. Not sure when it'll end."

Quentin, well aware of the situation, could only sigh inwardly. Their Mr. Lawson really didn't pull any punches, even when it came to his own nephew's company.

And not just his nephew—he didn't spare his niece either.

Took care of them both in one fell swoop.

And the reason for it all? Quentin knew it was because of Miss Carrington.

He once again realized just how much Miss Carrington meant to the boss.

Unable to get a word with Uncle Stellan, Tristan tried calling his father, but his father was on a late flight and still had his phone switched off.

He stared at the flashing messages on his screen.

[Tristan, were you able to meet with Uncle Stellan?]

Tristan's irritation only deepened.

Everything had been fine until that trending scandal burst out of nowhere, leaving him scrambling to put out fires.

If it hadn't been for Luna, he wouldn't have bothered to step in personally for any of the other artists in the company.

But this time, even his own effort couldn't suppress the trending story.

The execs at Wave News had some old ties with Uncle Stellan, which was why Tristan had come looking for him in the first place.

But he'd run smack into Stellan being "in a meeting."

That ugly word—plagiarism—had been trending for five hours now.

Every minute it stayed up damaged Luna's reputation a little more.

Finally, Luna couldn't wait any longer and called Tristan.

"Tristan, can't you talk to Uncle Stellan's assistant, tell him it's urgent?"

Frustration tightened Tristan's voice. "You think I haven't tried? You know how Uncle Stellan is. He hates being disturbed in meetings—won't take calls, won't answer messages. Even Quentin, his right-hand man, wouldn't dare interrupt unless it was life or death."

How could he dare push harder?

And for something like taking down a trending topic? He couldn't bring that to Grandpa, either.

Was this all it took—her first real setback in showbiz—and he was already telling her to give up?

No. She couldn't accept that.

"Okay, Tristan. I won't cry. I'll wait for your news, alright?"

Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine."

He stood in his office, agitated, and lit a cigarette.

"Hey—who's smoking in the office? Has someone forgotten Mr. Lawson's rules?"

The late-shift admin assistant pushed the door open and froze when she saw Tristan's face.

"Oh—Mr. Lawson, it's you."

"Yes? Did you need something?" Tristan's tone was sharp, nothing like his usual polite self.

"N-no, nothing!"

She stepped halfway out, then remembered to add timidly, "Um, Mr. Lawson, the CEO really doesn't like anyone smoking in the office..."