Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 173

"All done, all done. The video's finished. Take a look—see if you're happy with it?"

The cameraman blinked, hopeful, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.

Annabelle pressed her lips together, glancing at the footage. "Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for your help," she said, her tone polite but distant.

She turned and walked over to her son and daughter.

The cameraman blinked again, looking a bit deflated.

Wait, that's it? Wasn't the groom today supposed to be some kind of CEO? No tip, no envelope? Seriously?

The others seemed to share his thoughts. As the three newlyweds made their way toward the exit of city hall, the staff drifted away, muttering under their breath.

A few huddled together, grumbling in low voices. "Can you believe how stingy that boss is? I don't know how his employees put up with him."

Luna suddenly remembered, "Mom, I left my ID in the office. I'll run back and get it."

Annabelle frowned, "Take Tristan with you. Good thing you noticed now—don't go losing it!" she muttered.

Tristan shoved a hand in his pocket, an irritated look crossing his face.

"Come on, let's just get it over with. Luna, what's with you today? You're all over the place."

Luna hesitated, but said nothing. The two of them walked back into the lobby together.

None of the staff noticed their return.

"Hey, so—did Boss Lawson give you a tip today?"

"Nope. See, just because all the bosses here are Lawsons doesn't mean they're all as generous as the last Boss Lawson. Not even close."

Someone else, still not giving up, whispered, "Not even a little something?"

"Not a dime! And I recorded the whole thing for them. Didn't even get a single piece of candy."

"Oh, come on, there's no rule about this. Don't push your luck," another staff member scolded.

But just then, one of them glanced over and spotted the newlyweds standing by the door. His smile froze mid-sentence.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a couple argue before?"

He hurried after Luna.

The staffer smirked. "They're doomed. I'll bet you five bucks they won't last a year."

"Enough, keep your mouth shut," another muttered. "Just leave it."

The city hall lobby gradually returned to its usual calm.

Annabelle, waiting outside in the car, saw her daughter run out in tears and immediately scrambled out. "Luna, what happened? Why are you crying?"

Luna's face was streaked with tears as she looked at her mother. "Mom, Tristan—he…"

She wanted to complain, but suddenly remembered: her mother was also Tristan's mother.

Any complaint she made would just be brushed aside with a few words.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. But as she clutched her marriage certificate, Luna felt as though everything had changed.