Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 50

This coat might as well be made of lace for all the warmth it offers!

"Alright, your dad said that once she gets married, he'll buy you a house for your dowry!"

"Really?" Chloe's eyes lit up.

Just yesterday, one of her friends had mocked her family's situation. If her dad bought her a house, Chloe would make sure to rub that friend's nose in it the very first chance she got.

"She's really going to marry Tristan?"

Grace Quinn let out a cold, dismissive laugh. "Chloe, Tristan's not right for you. Don't waste your time on him. Sure, he's the eldest grandson of the Lawsons, but right now he's not even running the main business—just managing a subsidiary, that's all."

"And besides, you know better than anyone about his relationship with Luna."

Once Sunny married into that family, she'd see just how bitter it could be.

Grace had never thought this was a marriage worth envying.

"But…" Chloe just couldn't let it go.

This was the Lawsons. The Lawsons, for heaven's sake!

Grace patted Chloe's hand. "Broaden your horizons. The Lawsons have more than one eligible bachelor, you know."

Chloe stared in surprise, and then an idea dawned on her.

"Mom, are you saying…?"

Grace smiled slyly. "He's the real head of the Lawson family. If you could catch his eye, even Sunny would have to call you ‘Aunt' someday."

—

After making sure her grandmother was comfortable, Sunny headed to the law firm that afternoon.

She glanced into the big boss's office, surprised to find it empty. It felt a little strange.

"Where's the boss?"

Xander sidled over. "In Director Harrison's office."

And the Lawsons weren't idiots; they might just decide not to hire either team.

Xander gave a helpless shrug. "Tell me about it. No wonder the boss is furious. I've never seen him this mad—he was one step away from yelling in Attorney Lewis's face."

—

Sunny knew just how important the Lawson Corporation contract was—for her, for her whole team.

If she could gain experience working on this merger, her résumé would shine, and it would help her when applying for the next level at the firm.

But this was an internal competition. She couldn't drag Stellan into it—not if she wanted to follow both the rules and her own principles.

She stared at the chat window, typing a message, then deleting it, over and over again.

Then a new message popped up on her screen.

[ST: Got something to say? You've been hovering in my chat for half an hour.]