Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 67

Standing by the window, Sunny stared down at the two bodyguards stationed below, her expression dark with frustration.

She dialed Sean's number, but her deadbeat father hung up on her without a word.

Unwilling to give up, Sunny tried Abbey next, but the call went unanswered.

From behind the closed door, she heard Chloe's voice filter in from the hallway.

"Sunny, you might as well stop making calls. Dad already said you're not leaving this house."

"What's wrong with Tristan, anyway? Do you really think you'll find a better man after breaking up with him? Take my advice—just be grateful for what you have, or you'll end up with nothing at all!"

Sunny had long ago lost the patience to argue with idiots.

She'd heard Chloe's senseless ramblings so many times they barely registered anymore.

Chloe assumed her silence meant she'd been reduced to tears, so she gave a self-satisfied smirk and strutted out the door.

It was a beautiful day out—perfect for meeting up with her girlfriends.

Mom was right: rather than sabotaging Sunny and Tristan's wedding, it was far more satisfying to watch her sister marry a man who didn't even love her. That was true revenge.

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Meanwhile, Tristan had taken Luna to see their father, only to be kicked out by Magnus.

"Mind your own business about your sister. Better start worrying about your own wedding in three days!"

Luna's face was clouded with worry. "Tristan…"

"It's fine." Tristan reassured her, "Tomorrow I'll go speak to Uncle Stellan. I refuse to believe even he's on Dad's side this time!"

A flicker of doubt crossed Luna's face.

"Tristan, but… Uncle Stellan never seemed to like me very much."

"Luna, don't be silly. Uncle Stellan just acts cold with everyone, but he's the strictest one in our family when it comes to rules."

"Exactly. Tomorrow I'll go to headquarters and talk to him. He'll convince Dad."

At nine o'clock, the two of them left the old manor, having never caught a glimpse of Sunny.

Tristan gave a contemptuous laugh.

See? Was it really so hard to just admit she wanted to marry him?

Remembering the slap from that morning, anger burned in his chest all over again.

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Sean was out at a business dinner, but he was well aware of his wife's arrangements.

Standing in a quiet corner of the restaurant, he called her. "She hasn't caused any more trouble, has she?"

Grace Quinn leaned back against the headboard and chuckled, "Relax. I slipped her a little something in the car—nothing serious, just something to make her a bit more obedient. She shouldn't be able to get very far right now; her legs must still feel like jelly."