“Admit it; you like this, don’t you?” Tony pulled his lips into a grimace. He turned around and headed into the living room, leaving behind the angry old man.
“Only you like this! Your entire family likes it!” Sebastian finished speaking, only to realize that his statement included himself. Thus, his aged face was so furious that even more wrinkles appeared. Lisa is still the best. She doesn’t upset me like this. All of a sudden, he felt as if he had wasted an entire afternoon away when he could have had lunch with his wife instead. Why did I visit this stupid couple just to make myself angry? How stupid of me!
While Myra was busying herself in the kitchen, Tony settled some company affairs with his laptop in the living room while Sebastian pretended to read the newspaper next to him. One hour later, lunch was served.
Sebastian wasn’t sure if it was done on purpose. However, all of his favorite dishes were placed in front of him. Meanwhile, Tony only had a plate of plain spinach in front of him.
Myra picked up her spoon and nonchalantly announced, “Lunch is served.”
“Hahaha—” Sebastian laughed heartily when he saw the difference in treatment between him and his grandson. He finally felt the resentment building up in his chest for such a long time diminishing.
In contrast, Tony’s expression was as dark as night. All of a sudden, he rudely slammed his spoon on the table with a loud ‘thud’. Folding his arms across his chest, he pressed his thin lips together tightly.
Myra casually took a serving of spinach from the plate in front of him and nonchalantly asked, “What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the taste?” Pretending to taste it, she lifted an eyebrow at him. “It tastes fine.”
Raising her eyebrow at him right now felt rather similar to what Tony usually did. Thus, it made Tony narrow his eyes at the sight.
“Don’t mind him; don’t mind him. Come, Myra. The fish you cooked looks great. I love it.” Sebastian hurriedly invited Myra to eat with him.
“Thank you.” She naturally felt happy when she was being praised. As a result, the awkward atmosphere from just now faded greatly. She was just about to help herself to the fish for a taste when she suddenly felt her body being lifted into the air. In the next moment, she was already in the scorching embrace of the man next to her.
“You b*stard! What are you doing?!” The first to object was Sebastian.
Tony carried Myra in his arms and walked toward the staircase. He looked her straight in the eye and expressionlessly replied, “Making great-grandchildren!”
Upon hearing those words, Sebastian blushed beet red but closed his mouth and said nothing more.
“Tony Hart!” Myra was so furious that she wanted to kick the man in front of her.
“Go ahead; scream! Scream louder!” In just a few seconds, Tony had climbed to the top of the stairs and turned around to enter the bedroom. He immediately trapped the woman in his arms against the door. His stiff body pressed against her soft body tightly and seamlessly, and his actions were rough. It happened in the blink of an eye—Myra felt the heat of the man in front of her against her body. In the next moment, that man’s thin lips covered hers forcefully…
By the time a certain man had had his fill, Myra was completely exhausted. Tony had placed her on the King-sized bed and the pure black bedsheets surrounding her made her arm outside the blankets appear even fairer and more delicate. Toward the end, she was practically begging for him to stop making love to her. When he felt satisfied with her begging, he finally released her. By then, she was so tired that she couldn’t even keep her eyes open anymore.
A knock on the door sounded from the outside. Tony tucked Myra’s arm under the blanket and pulled her closer into his embrace before lightly saying, “Enter.”
Sebastian poked his head in through the door. Needless to say, he detected the smell of sex lingering in the air. Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he muttered, “Can you call my driver for me and ask him to pick me up? My phone ran out of battery.”
Tony frowned slightly. “Use the phone downstairs.”
Sebastian knew that he could have used the phone downstairs. However, he simply wanted to come and ascertain that the poor girl had not been devoured to the point where only her bones were left. When he saw the slight rise and fall of the bundle in his grandson’s arms, he guessed that Myra had fallen asleep. Only then did he feel relieved. Then, he glanced at his grandson reproachfully and softly scolded, “Don’t go overboard. If you scare her away, I’ll see what you’re going to do then!”
“Stop nagging.” A trace of impatience appeared on Tony’s face. “Close the door behind you.”
Sebastian choked on those words. He was just about to slam the door in a rage when he paused mid-motion and turned back again. “What are you planning to do with that thing outside?”
At that moment, Tony felt the body lying in his arms stiffen noticeably and he narrowed his eyes in response. It was obvious he knew who Sebastian was referring to by ‘that thing outside’. When he had Myra pressed against the railing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window just now, they had seen Kris standing outside the gates and refusing to leave. The glass was specially treated so that the people on the inside could look outside, but the people on the outside could not see anything inside. Despite the passionate atmosphere between them at the time, he had noticed an absent-minded look in Myra’s eyes at the sight of Kris.
“Ignore her.” He had always been indifferent toward women. Still, it was clear that Kris’ incessant pestering and harassment had left him feeling utterly repulsed, not to mention the pain she and Rachel had brought to Myra.
After Sebastian left, Tony slid his hand from Myra’s face to her delicate neck to the soft plumpness of her left bosom. Kneading her left bosom lightly, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before nimbly getting up. He tucked the blanket around her, took her phone, and went downstairs.
Following Sebastian’s departure, the door of the villa opened again. This time around, Kris stood in the yard with a slightly emotional expression. Turning around to face the man that had opened the door and walked out, she seemed as if she didn’t know what to do for a moment. Her expression was extremely aggrieved. “Tony…”
She had hung around for nearly four hours now. She was unwilling to admit defeat and leave. At the same time, she felt furious that she couldn’t enter the villa and could only wait outside. When she saw Sebastian coming out, she had wanted to approach and talk to him. However, he clearly did not want to waste his time with her. He immediately got into his car and left. With her arrogant temperament, she would have flipped her hair and left immediately if it were the Kris from past times. For some reason, she didn’t dare to do that now. She was afraid she might lose her only chance if she left now.
Alas, this man is still unable to resist me. He is here to meet me. “Tony…” Kris called out to him again in a voice heavy with resentment and a glimmer of expectation.
Meanwhile, Tony stepped out into the garden but did not step forward to open the gate. He strode to the gate and stood motionless. Under her bright-eyed gaze, he took out a cigarette and lit it. He held the cigarette between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand with an unapproachable look and a languid posture. Then, he held a white phone in his left hand and dialed a number right in front of her.
The other party answered the call quickly with a deep baritone voice belonging to a man. “Myra, why are you calling me so suddenly?”
“President Stark, listen carefully to who I am.” Tony blew out a smoke ring, his eyes looking as deep and cold as ice.
Cameron was slightly taken aback. He seemed to have a faint recollection of this male voice. I spoke to this man recently. Moreover, it was during… Despite his surprise, he felt slightly hesitant too. “Director Hart?”
“You have a good memory, President Stark,” Tony replied with a fake smile.
When all was said and done, Cameron was a veteran in the business. He quickly composed himself and said, “Why is Myra’s phone with you, Director Hart…” His voice carried a questioning and doubtful tone to it.
Tony gave a low laugh. “Why don’t you take a guess, President Stark?” Although it was a laugh, his laughter held no warmth. Besides, something like that was easily understood even without guessing.
For a long time, Cameron looked at the busy traffic downstairs while various expressions flitted across his face. Finally, he managed to force a weak smile on his face. “Myra, that child… How could she keep this from us? It is her honor to be in a relationship with you, Director Hart. Why didn’t she tell us about it? Director Hart, Myra is a willful child. I hope you don’t blame her if she ever upsets you in the future.”
