Sean had never seen this side of Myra. Suddenly, there was an odd feeling in his chest; it was as if he had taken pity on her. However, he quickly remembered that she was the same woman who had recently revealed her true intentions. He forced himself to stick to his decision. Myra was wicked and despicable! How could he ever take pity on her?!
“So you’re not admitting what you’ve done?” Sean’s expression remained still as a pond.
“Make a police report if you want. Whatever it is, I’ll never admit to something I didn’t do! Never!”
Myra didn’t want to be around these people a second longer, proceeding to whirl and stomp outside.
As the elevator stopped on the floor and opened with a ding, Eve was seen rushing out hastily.
Meanwhile, Myra quickly stepped into the elevator and pressed a button before Eve could make out who she was.
By the time Eve finally realized and shouted after her, the elevator door had closed and was already rapidly descending.
The surrounding atmosphere was still and heavy; everyone in the room looked troubled and uneasy.
Eve had an awful look on her face. She had just spotted that woman standing right next to her son—Lyla!
Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense. Heading straight toward Lyla, she planted a slap right on her cheek without hesitation.
Lyla was quite shocked; she had initially planned to stall until Eve’s arrival so that she could take a good look at everything that happened because of Myra. But before Eve could even find out about anything, Myra had taken her leave in a hurry.
“What are you doing, Mom?!” Sean’s face fell.
Eve shot a death glare at her son. Bringing home a tramp like that—no wonder he was having problems with Myra! If this woman hadn’t been stirring up trouble between those two, Sean wouldn’t have been so stubborn! This breach of our company’s private information must’ve been the work of this little tramp as well!
“Sean, what is she doing here?!”
Tilly, who was on the ground floor, ran over to Myra as soon as she saw her getting off the elevator.
She stopped at the sight of Myra’s face and asked worriedly, “What’s the matter, Miss Stark? Are you okay?”
Since she was kidnapped by the construction workers last night, Tilly had given a statement to the police and was supposed to be taking a rest at home. Upon hearing that Myra was involved in some issue at the company, she came running back to the Chase Headquarters. At the very least, she had to give an explanation of what happened on the construction site yesterday.
Much to her shock, she had only just found out that Miss Stark was married to the Director of their company…
However, there was actually a reason behind the photo that was being circulated like wildfire…
“I’m fine.” Myra looked up. Seeing that it was Tilly, she forced a smile. “I didn’t do any of those things, so I’m not afraid of what they’re saying about me.”
Am I really fine, though?
For the first time, she had totally given up on this place.
Besides Eve and Tilly, no one here really cared about her…
“About what happened yesterday at the construction site…” Noticing that Myra didn’t look too good, Tilly waited for a bit before asking, “Did you tell them?”
“Would anyone believe me?” Myra shook her head. As she had witnessed, their evidence against her was strong and solid. Her motive of stealing the documents was even justified with only a photo.
“Tilly, I’m not feeling well right now; my mind is in a mess. I’d like to be alone.” Myra took a deep breath.
Tilly took a worried glance at her before she finally nodded. “Alright then, Miss Stark. You should go. I’ll update you if anything happens here.”
She watched as Myra entered the elevator. As the doors closed, Tilly rushed to a corner and quickly dialed a number on her phone.
As soon as the recipient picked up, she spoke. “Director Hart…”
As Myra made her way to the exit, people were pointing fingers at her as she walked.
In contrast to how she felt when she first came in earlier, Myra found herself quite untroubled by them.
If she had to think about every comment and insult thrown at her, then her life wouldn’t be hers anymore.
Leaving Chase Headquarters, she stopped and looked back at the very building that she had been walking in and out of for the past two years. Strangely enough, the building before her looked distant and unfamiliar for the first time.
Not only that, it was probably going to be her last time here.
She’d never thought that her last goodbye to this place would be as brutal as this!
Myra took it all in with a breath. Without thinking, she took out her phone.
The phone in her hands looked exactly like the one she had before, but it wasn’t. Thinking back to the man’s office which she had stepped out from this morning, she thoughtlessly dialed his number.
If the confidential document had really been leaked to Hart Group, wouldn’t she be free from her accusations if they were able to testify? In that case, Lyla’s flawlessly disguised success and Sean’s resentment for her…
However, why would Tony even help her out of this mess? Doing that would be equivalent to putting Hart Group in serious jeopardy…
Myra’s fingers paused at the thought and she decided not to call the man, but it was too late; the call had already gone through. As she waited for him to pick up the phone, she started feeling jittery—the impulse to hang up was gnawing at her. However, her fingers did not listen until the ringing stopped and was replaced by a man’s deep and attractive voice. “Myra?”
Tony’s voice was soothing and magnetic every single time; Myra felt sorry as soon as she heard it on the phone.
Earlier on, she wasn’t afraid of backing down when a group of people were throwing accusations at her publicly. Instead of feeling frightened or nervous, she was calm and collected. However, her voice seemed to be stolen from her now that she heard him speak; her throat was dry as a desert. She eventually found the courage to say something, but what came out was a mere ‘Thank you’.
The person on the other side seemed to be surprised.
On the other hand, Myra came back to her senses and realized what she had said. She immediately muttered in explanation, “For yesterday, I mean.”
“Sure,” the voice replied after a long moment, his tone a little cold.
Myra nibbled on her lip. She was breathing nervously, and her pale hand was clutching tightly onto her phone.
Noticing that something wasn’t right with her, Tony asked dully, “Did something happen?”
Her other arm was locked tensely by her sides. She wanted so badly to hang up right there and then, but before she could, she blurted out and asked, “Do you have time, Director Hart? I want to see you.”
Ultimately, she had to try.
A short silence filled the call while the man presumably looked down on his wrist watch before saying, “Meet me at Wilson Golf Club.”
Before Myra could recover from her surprise, the man hung up.
She was still holding her phone when the beeping tone of an ended call in her ear. Hailing a taxi, she headed to the place.
Cameron used to frequent the gold club. Myra didn’t like it there, so he would always bring Kris instead whenever he went.
Walking inside the golf club, Myra attracted stares from the people around right away.
After all, being covered in cuts and bruises while wearing a set of office attire was indeed out of the norm in such a leisure setting.
With the help of an employee, she quickly found where Tony was.
The area was swarming with members of the upper class society. The employee turned to her and gestured toward a man who was playing golf.
Standing straight and tall, the set of white golfing attire accentuated his lean build even more; his prominent facial features elegantly resembled the poise possessed by someone of high stature. His posture was relaxed, but his every move was filled with weight which commanded respect. With a light swing of the club, the ball hurled across the land from the tee. Within a few seconds, an employee could be seen raising his hand from afar, signaling that the ball had entered the hole.
Around him, people laughed and sang congratulations, but Tony’s expression remained unbothered.
