Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 36

Sunny had no choice but to get up again, picking up her glass with a resigned sigh.

At that moment, Jude Pierce's eyes caught sight of a number flashing on his phone screen. His expression tightened, the atmosphere shifting ever so slightly.

He raised his hand, signaling everyone at the table to quiet down.

Sunny froze, her hand hovering awkwardly in midair, still holding the glass. Who could be calling to warrant such a serious reaction?

The person beside her set their own glass down, craning their neck for a glimpse at the screen. Their face changed too, a hint of surprise flickering across their features.

"Hello? Yes, we're having dinner with the Summit Law Firm team. That's right, at the Golden Age. Would you like to join us?"

Suddenly, Jude Pierce shot to his feet. "You're already outside the Golden Age? I'll come meet you right away!"

He ended the call, then shot Wyatt a meaningful glance. Talk about luck—of all nights, their company's CEO just happened to be here.

"Attorney Glenn, I'll go greet our guest."

Wyatt's heart skipped a beat; judging by Manager Pierce's tone, this visitor was someone truly important.

"Of course, Manager Pierce. I'll accompany you."

Sunny sat down, feeling uneasy. Who on earth was coming?

Surely it couldn't be Mr. Lawson or Uncle Stellan…

But she quickly dismissed the thought. Mr. Lawson had mentioned yesterday that he'd be taking her out to dinner today; he wouldn't have any other engagements. And Stellan? Definitely not—events of this scale were far above his pay grade.

"Xander, I'm just going to use the restroom," Sunny said quietly.

Xander leaned in, voice low with concern. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Sunny shook her head, forcing a smile. "Just drank too fast and gave myself a stomachache."

She excused herself from the Lawson Corporation group and slipped out.

She hadn't been gone long when Stellan swept into the room, flanked by Jude Pierce and Wyatt. His eyes, sharp and discerning, quickly surveyed the table. He arched an eyebrow, almost imperceptibly.

Where is she?

A second later, it dawned on him: he'd only mentioned the surname earlier—Mr. Lawson probably didn't realize Attorney Carrington was a woman.

All he could do was hope Attorney Carrington would keep her wits about her and avoid doing anything to upset the CEO.

Meanwhile, Sunny fished a pill from her purse, dry-swallowed it, and flagged down a waiter for a glass of hot water, gulping it down to settle her nerves.

Yet as she pushed open the door to the private room, she was stunned into silence.

Why was the last person she'd expect to see—Uncle Stellan himself—now sitting in her seat, as if it were the most natural thing in the world?

Wyatt spotted his dazed protégé lingering in the doorway. "Sunny, don't just stand there—come in and take your seat."

But where was she supposed to sit?

Sunny stared at the only empty chair left, suddenly at a loss.

Oh no, the only open seat was right next to Uncle Stellan!

Stellan's lips curled in the faintest hint of a smile. "Attorney Carrington, won't you join us?"