Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 34

Tristan barely noticed the scolding—that wasn't what bothered him. What really got under his skin was how his family treated his little sister.

And just like that, his annoyance toward Sunny deepened.

"Don't worry, I'll be there tomorrow. I won't let her bully you," he said gently.

He ruffled Luna's silky black hair, his voice warm. "Didn't you say you wanted to break into the music industry? I've found the best team in the business to help you craft your very own debut album—as a little compensation for the past couple of days. How does that sound?"

All of Luna's earlier gloom vanished in an instant. Her eyes sparkled like stars. "Really, Tristan?"

"Of course," he replied, his tone softening. "A wonderful girl like you deserves to be seen and loved by everyone."

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Annabelle called Sunny, inviting her to dinner at the Lawson estate the next day. But Sunny already had plans with her boss—they were meeting with representatives from Lawson Corporation—so she declined without hesitation.

Annabelle, once her almost-mother-in-law, was unusually persistent. She simply rescheduled dinner for the following day. Luna had no choice but to accept.

In Abbot's study—

"Stellan, don't be mad at that boy. I'll make sure to set him straight," Magnus said earnestly.

Stellan gave a slight nod, his face unreadable. "Magnus, I'm not going to waste time being upset with someone so much younger."

"But Tristan does tend to overstep. Everything we do should reflect well on the Lawson family. I don't want to give the gossips any ammunition. Don't you agree, Magnus?"

Magnus was twelve years older than Stellan, yet in moments like these, he always felt like the younger brother.

"Yes, yes, you're right as always. I'll keep a close eye on Tristan."

Just then, Annabelle came in with a tray of tea for the men of the Lawson family. "Dad, Stellan—I just spoke to Sunny. She has a business dinner tomorrow, so she'll be coming to dinner here the day after."

Stellan's expression didn't shift, except for the faintest arch of his brow. "Alright, that works."

He stood, his voice mild. "Dad, Magnus, Annabelle—I have another appointment to get to. I'll be back for dinner the day after tomorrow, but I won't make it tomorrow night."

Abbot had wanted to keep his son around to talk about the latest matchmaking efforts. But there he went again!

He waved his hand in resignation. "Go on, but don't drink too much at those dinners. You know it's bad for your stomach."

He hesitated for a while before finally deciding to put aside old grievances and send her a message.

*Hey, how's your neck? Is the burn healing?*

But when he hit send, he was greeted by a glaring red exclamation point. *Message failed to deliver—the recipient has blocked you.*

Tristan frowned, confused. He took a screenshot and sent it to a group chat full of other trust-fund kids.

*Guys, is your WhatsApp acting up? Can you get my messages? I just sent someone a text, and this popped up.*

The chat—which had been buzzing a moment ago—suddenly went silent.

Was the app really broken?

Finally, someone piped up, almost timidly: *Mr. Lawson, it's not WhatsApp. It means she blocked you.*

Tristan: …

Blocked? Who gave Sunny the right to block him?