“Don’t be fooled by Myra, Director Hart. She’s—”
“It seems as if you don’t understand what I’ve said, Miss Fisher.” Lyla could see the dark anger that flashed in Tony’s eyes as he said that, even though his expression remained unchanged.
Her nails were digging so deeply into her palms that she thought the skin on it would tear. She opened her mouth to say something, but words deserted her. Then, she heard the sound of the door opening behind her before it was followed by approaching footsteps. Leo’s voice was stoic as he said, “Miss Fisher, please.’
She bristled. She glared at him before turning to look at Tony incredulously. However, Tony did not glance at her anymore.
Lyla could feel herself breaking into cold sweat. I shouldn’t have said those things to Tony, at least not for the time being…
“Director Hart, I’m just trying to look out for you. Please don’t think otherwise. Director Hart—” Tony frowned before she could finish her sentence, prompting Leo to immediately seize her by the arm and unceremoniously drag her toward the door.
However, Lyla was relentless. She reached out and braced against the door frame, turning to yell frantically at Tony, “Director Hart, aren’t you worried that I’m going to tell Myra about all of this?”
At that moment, he lifted his head and locked his gaze with hers. While there was no emotion in those obsidian orbs of his, she could not help but feel as though he was looking at her like she was a dead person.
A violent shudder went through her and before she knew it, Leo was beginning to close the door to Tony’s office.
Afraid that the door would slam against her fingers, Lyla hastily drew back her hands. She bridled when she saw the scornful gleam in Leo’s eyes, but when she craned her neck to say something to Tony, the door fell shut on her face.
“What else do you want now that you’ve already married Director Chase?” Leo appraised her with a condescending gaze. “He who wants everything will lose everything. I suggest you leave before I call security, Miss Fisher.”
Upon hearing his words, Lyla turned and glared at him menacingly.
He knew everything that had happened. After all, he was the one who called her to relay Tony’s messages.
She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as hate rose within her. Why Myra? Why does it have to be Myra? What’s so special about that woman? That wretched woman!
A raging fire consumed Lyra, but all she could do was suppress it as she walked out.
The fact that Tony was in love with Myra was baffling. Lyla was sure that Hilliville was not the sole cause of this because if it was, then he would have demanded for Chase Group’s entire share of the real estate in Hilliville in the first place. Which means he isn’t doing this for Myra’s share of Hilliville’s properties…
Lyla was still pondering on it when, upon walking out of Hart Group, she saw a familiar face seated by the window of a nearby cafe.
It was Eve and there was another woman seated across from her.
The woman was obscured by the potted plant next to her. Out of curiosity, Lyla peered past it, and all she could see was the side profile of a beautiful, young woman who looked downcast as she spoke to Eve.
Eve, on the other hand, appeared to be taken aback by whatever the lady had said and glanced behind the latter. From her vantage point, Lyla could not tell what it was that Eve glanced at.
Lyla moved to take a closer look, but halted in her tracks when she remembered how she had lost her temper the day before when she found out that Eve had been following her. If she sees me spying on her, she’ll think I’m following her too. Lyla paused and glanced briefly at the woman across from Eve. Then, she shifted her angle until she had a clear view of the woman’s face. She looked familiar, but Lyla could not remember where she’d seen her before.
Lyla was already downtrodden after what had happened at the Hart Group and she was not in the mood to see what Eve could be up to. With a sigh, she turned to flag down a taxi and left.
Once she was on the road, she called Kris and she asked in an icy voice, “You knew about Tony and Myra all along, didn’t you?”
It was impossible for Kris to not have known about this since she had followed Myra. If she had seen Sean going over to look for Myra, surely she wouldʼve seen Tony and Myra together!
Meanwhile, Kris was not in the office. She was about to enter the City Hall when she received Lyla’s call. Upon hearing what Lyla said, Kris’ face grew stormy and she hummed plainly in response.
“Well, why didn’t you say anything before?” Lyla demanded after hearing Kris’ admission.
If only she had told me about this, then I wouldn’t have looked like such a fool in front of Tony! My career is already over and if Myra says anything to Tony… Lyla faltered at the thought of this.
“I thought you knew about it,” Kris said nonchalantly, shrugging off the accusation.
Lyla’s eyes darkened at that.
Tony may have appeared cold and unforgiving today, but he had been generous enough to spare Lyla from his full wrath. Given Myra’s recent divorce from Sean, she could not possibly have developed strong feelings for Tony so soon. If Lyla were to divorce from Sean now, it would be an opportunity for Myra to run back to him.
However, Lyla was precariously treading on the edge of a knife right now and her life was only a slip up away from being completely ruined.
Growing furious, she scoffed and warned coolly, “You ought to be more sincere if you want us to work together, Kris. After all, Myra’s business no longer concerns me, and seeing as she’s with Tony, it’s highly unlikely for her to weasel back into Sean’s life. You, on the other hand, may have to watch your back. Myra has Tony to back her now, so it’s only a matter of time before she takes over the Stark Group. I wish you all the best.”
With that, Lyla hung up the call.
On the other end, Kris’s expression soured after she heard the last part of Lyla’s warning.
So what if Tony’s backing her up? Kris would like to see whether Tony—or the rest of the Hart family, for that matter—would still support Myra after tonight.
Kris had been surprised to find Old Master Hart coming to Myra’s defense after the incident with Lyla today at the office, but it was not totally unexpected either. It had not been easy, but today, Kris finally came up with a plan to ruin Myra.
A malicious smirk began to play on Kris’ lips as she thought of it and her gaze darkened dangerously.
By the time she stepped forward and through the doors of City Hall, a wide grin had crept onto her face.
Estelle had only just exited Shawn’s office when she saw a familiar figure entering the secretary’s office next door.
She retreated into the walkway and she glanced at the hardworking man behind the desk.
Estelle had to admit that there was something attractive about a man who threw himself into his work. Coupled with his good looks and charming demeanor, it was no wonder that Shawn had caught her attention in the first place.
But as soon as she thought about all the roguish things he had done to her, she felt a wave of exasperation wash over her. She could not so much as retaliate against him—it would only encourage him further and she would find herself under him before she could even react.
She gritted her teeth. What a despicable man!
Estelle bridled at the thought of how Shawn had told her ‘business was business’ after she came to ask him to approve her brother’s project. “Hey!” She snapped and added furiously. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
Shawn paused with his pen hovering above the papers he was signing. Then, he looked up at her. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he asked, “Why are you talking to me in that tone?”
She felt a chill run up her spine and there were butterflies in her stomach when she heard the sound of his voice. You bimbo, she berated herself angrily before she pursed her lips as she glared at him. “Let me get something straight here, Shawn—you said that there are no backdoor deals allowed for anyone, right?”
Estelle had seen Kris, the woman whom she hated with a passion, entering the secretary’s office next door. She could not imagine why Kris would be here if it was not for the same reason as hers. But if I can’t obtain special privileges, then neither can she. That would mean she won’t have anything to lord over Myra!
