Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 59

Sunny could feel cold sweat trickling down her back, even though there was nothing sharp or threatening in Stellan's tone.

She forced a nervous laugh. "No—Uncle Stellan, I was wrong."

"Get in the car."

Stellan slid into the back seat, and Sunny followed right behind.

"Parker, step outside for a minute."

The driver, Parker, obediently got out, leaving Mr. Stellan alone with the girl.

"Sunny, do you have a thing for college boys?"

Sunny's lips parted in surprise. "…No, I'm not into anyone. I was just curious."

"Curious about what?"

His handsome face leaned in, closing the distance between them. "You do realize you're getting married in five days?"

Sunny rolled her eyes internally. "I've already broken up with him."

Stellan leaned back, sounding almost bored as he asked, "Really? Because my father's still over the moon, trying to decide whether to wear a tux or a morning suit for the big day."

At that, Sunny's brow furrowed.

Seriously? They still hadn't told Grandpa Lawson?

Unbelievable. How could they treat this so casually?

She kept her face stiff. "Well, I've made it clear—I'm not showing up on the wedding day."

Something unreadable flickered in Stellan's dark eyes. His voice was low and hoarse. "You really won't go?"

"Nope. Whoever goes is a fool."

A small smile played at the corner of Stellan's lips. "Got it. I'll drive you home now. Leave the rest to me."

"If calling me ‘brother' feels weird, just use my name."

Sunny: …

Honestly, saying his whole name out loud felt even more awkward.

"…Alright, Stellan."

Sunny couldn't have cared less about shares in Carrington Technologies. Even if he handed her the entire company, she wouldn't marry Tristan.

"Dad, there are only four days left. You'd better think this through. There's still time to call it off. Otherwise, when everything blows up, it won't just be my reputation on the line—it'll be yours too."

With that, Sunny turned and walked out without looking back.

Sean's eyes turned icy cold.

His stubborn daughter had worn out his patience.

—

"Sean, what's going on?" Grace Quinn answered her husband's call from the salon.

"The wedding's the day after tomorrow. I don't care how you do it—just make sure Sunny shows up. I need to see her at the altar. Whatever it takes."

Grace froze for a second, then smiled. "Alright, I understand."

So her darling stepdaughter had upset him again.

If kindness didn't work… it was time for something a little tougher.