Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 8

Grace Quinn shot her daughter a warning look. "Enough. Keep your cool. Don't forget why we're here today."

Chloe instantly steadied herself. She hadn't come all this way just to spar with Sunny.

"Did you hear? Mr. Stellan's supposed to be here later."

"Mr. Stellan Lawson? He's back in the country?"

"Yeah. He's finally wrapped up the Lawson family's overseas business. Now he's back to take the reins at home."

Everyone knew the true power behind the Lawson family was that enigmatic, understated Mr. Stellan Lawson.

"And he's still single, isn't he? Now that he's returned, every heiress in the city's going to be setting her sights on him."

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"Sunny, sit next to Tristan. Honestly, Tristan, you should know better—your fiancée belongs at the head table," Magnus, Tristan's father, said with a chuckle, exchanging a glance with Annabelle, his wife.

Annabelle smiled warmly. "That's right, Sunny. I can't wait for you to officially join the family."

"Luna, you've been abroad for five years, you might not know everyone here. This is your sister-in-law, Sunny—the oldest Carrington daughter. You two must have met before." Annabelle's tone was gentle.

Luna's smile froze for a split second. "We've met. Sunny was actually my senior back in high school."

Tristan, sensing Luna's discomfort, peeled a shrimp and placed it in her bowl. "Here, Luna—your favorite."

Abbot, the family patriarch, narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. He wasn't pleased, but he wouldn't reprimand his grandson in front of everyone.

"Sunny, have Tristan peel one for you too."

Tristan had already prepared a second shrimp. He reached for it, ready to place it in Sunny's bowl, when she stopped him with a calm, cool voice. "No, thank you, Grandpa. I'm allergic to seafood. I don't eat shrimp."

Sunny met Tristan's gaze, her words carrying a double meaning. "Thanks, but Luna can have this one."

He rubbed his nose, feigning nonchalance. "Of course not, Grandpa."

But when he caught Sunny's cool, amused glance, irritation flared inside him. Leaning in, he whispered, his voice tight, "What's so funny?"

Sunny took a bite of fish, her tone light. "Oh, nothing. You just amuse me."

A low, magnetic voice sounded above them. "What's so amusing? Maybe you can let us all in on the joke?"

Sunny's heart skipped a beat.

A tall figure strode into view, his presence commanding attention. He wore a charcoal suit, the black shirt buttoned all the way up, his eyes sharp and unreadable beneath neatly arched brows.

"Sorry I'm late, Dad."

It was Mr. Stellan Lawson. He had arrived.