Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 97

Deputy Director Cross forced a smile. "Of course, Mr. Lawson, you can rest assured. The suspect has confessed. He conspired to drug the victim and attempted to harass and intimidate her—there's no way he's getting away with this."

Stellan's eyes narrowed, his voice cold and commanding. "I trust you, Director Cross, will conduct a thorough and impartial investigation. Don't let a single offender slip through the cracks."

"Absolutely, you have my word!"

With that, Stellan turned and strode out without another word.

Deputy Director Cross watched the man's retreating figure, wiping a nervous sheen of sweat from his brow.

He never imagined such a minor case would attract the attention of a man like Stellan Lawson.

In fact, someone from the Quinn family had already called in a favor, hoping to smooth things over and let their relative off the hook. But now that Mr. Lawson himself had intervened, there was no way he could help them.

Deputy Director Cross hurried home and told his wife to return the gifts they'd just received—immediately.

He wasn't about to stick his neck out for this. Doing so would only lead to disaster.

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When Sean got home and heard his daughter say the police had taken her mother away, cold sweat broke out down his back.

"Dad, you have to help Mom!"

His face darkened, anger simmering beneath the surface. "Help? She's always getting herself into trouble! If this blows up, it'll be a disaster for the company."

Chloe's eyes brimmed with tears. "But you can't just leave Mom to fend for herself! Why don't you talk to my sister? This is all her fault—she called the police and got our cousin arrested!"

"Stop crying. I'll make some calls."

Sean dialed his in-laws, only to find out they'd already tried pulling strings with Deputy Director Cross. They'd even sent a gift, but it was just returned.

Sean's heart sank. Returning the gift meant they were following the rules—no favors.

Frustrated, he gritted his teeth and typed out a message to his eldest daughter.

This time, his tone was much more conciliatory.

[Sunny, let's talk. Just you and me, face to face. There's no need to be rash—anything can be worked out. Don't you agree? I'll be at the office tomorrow. Come by, and we'll have a proper conversation, okay?]

Sunny switched off her phone.

Stellan gave a quiet "Mhm."

Caleb smirked. "So, you're saying she made a move, but then cut and ran?"

"That's easy to explain. She's, what, twenty-six? You're nearly a decade older. If she got cold feet, isn't that perfectly normal?"

A vein throbbed at Stellan's temple. His voice dropped, icy and dangerous. "Caleb, are you looking for trouble?"

Just then, Stellan's phone buzzed on the table. He glanced down, and in an instant, his expression softened.

"Hello, Stellan? Are you free at nine tomorrow morning?"

"I want to talk about your proposal from the other day."

Stellan's eyes gleamed with intoxicated warmth, his voice rough. "So, you've finally decided to become Mrs. Lawson?"

Caleb nearly choked on his drink.

Wait—who's chasing whom here?