Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 200

Sunny stormed out so fast she didn't even spare Tristan a glance.

The party had crashed and burned, but no one in the private lounge dared to stop her. The reason was obvious—Stellan, radiating a silent, icy menace as he leaned against the door. He didn't say a word; just a single, indifferent sweep of his gaze across the room was enough to leave everyone rattled and uneasy.

As Sunny passed him, he let the faintest smirk touch his lips. "Did your hand hurt? Next time, let the bodyguard handle it."

A heavy silence settled. The crowd felt as if a boulder was pressing down on their chests. Next time?

Tristan's eyes burned red, barely restraining himself. The thing that cut deepest was that Sunny—the same Sunny who once looked only at him—now treated him like a stranger.

"Mr. Lawson…" someone ventured, voice trembling.

The place was a mess—broken glass, spilled drinks, two women sniffling in a corner. No one wanted to stick around.

Apart from the muffled sobs, the only other sound was Tristan's ragged breathing.

He felt ready to explode, his dark, brooding gaze landing on the two drenched women. His voice was cold as steel. "What exactly did you do?"

"Tristan, we didn't do anything! My sister just lost her mind, who knows what got into her head? She's the one who freaked out!" Chloe snapped, clutching her ruined designer dress. "This is brand new!"

"Tristan, you can't just take her side because she tricked Uncle Stellan into marrying her! She's lying to you!"

"Shut up!" Tristan barked, his patience snapped. "You idiot!"

His eyes, still icy, shifted to Luna.

"Luna. Tell me."

Luna bit her lip, face pale. The water had been cold, but Tristan's words cut deeper. Was he actually questioning her—over Sunny?

"You… you don't believe me?" she whispered.

Tristan's face was stone, refusing to answer.

The atmosphere was suffocating. Someone finally tried to break the tension. "Mr. Lawson, maybe get your fiancée home. Wouldn't want her to catch a cold."

Only then did Tristan look down and realize Luna's thin dress, soaked and clinging to her skin, was practically transparent. He hadn't even noticed one of the trust-fund brats eyeing her hungrily from across the room.

A flush crept up Sunny's cheeks. "Okay," she murmured.

Back in the lounge, Alexander had just finished singing a breakup ballad when Stellan strolled in, Sunny on his arm.

Alexander let out a low whistle. "Well, well, boss. Just how far did you have to go to fetch your date?"

An hour. They'd been gone a whole hour.

Caleb, ever the observer, frowned. He'd come in right after them, and he could've sworn Stellan's wife was wearing a completely different dress. She couldn't have changed just to use the bathroom, could she?

No way. Had their boss really gotten so desperate he couldn't wait for later?

Caleb and Julian exchanged a look, both reaching for their phones at the same time.

[Caleb: Look at that idiot, still mouthing off. He has no idea boss is about to hand him his head.]

[Julian: An hour gone. If you count time to change outfits, boss had maybe half an hour, tops.]