Myra couldn’t help scolding herself inwardly for being an idiot after finishing her sentence. Is it necessary to tell him this kind of thing in person? Besides, I could’ve just called him even if I wanted to report this to him, yet I drove here so late at night, as if with some unspeakable purpose!
Flushing bright red with embarrassment, Myra suddenly found herself at a loss for where to put the pair of hands that she originally had placed on her steering wheel.
Tony’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced down at the expensive watch on his wrist. Then, he asked her flatly, “Are you busy tonight?”
“Huh?” Myra didn’t come to her senses for a moment.
Tony repeated flatly, “Are you busy tonight?”
Myra hesitated before she shook her head puzzledly. “No, I’m not.”
Tony’s mouth seemed to curve into a faint smile. He was tall and handsome in the first place, and such a calm and composed demeanor lent him a charm that most men lacked. Suddenly, he walked toward the passenger seat and knocked on the car door. After Myra mechanically unlocked the car door, he bent down and got into her car right away, saying, “It so happened that my car broke down, and there’s no car in sight after I’d waited here for a long time, so why don’t you give me a lift? I’d like to go to Zion Club; you know the way.”
Since he was of great stature, Myra immediately felt as if the space in the car had become cramped the instant he got into her BMW Z4. His handsome facial features and the outline of his profile appeared even more sculpted and clear-cut when illuminated by the streetlight; his elegance, which contained a hint of steadiness, stemmed from an air of nobleness that he had accumulated over time.
Myra was stunned for a moment; she felt she should say something, but she couldn’t get a word out as her mouth opened and closed. Just then, Tony turned to look at her seriously. “Are you busy tonight? Or is it inconvenient for you?”
Myra felt ill at ease all over as he stared at her with his deep eyes. Indeed, she had thought of turning him down politely, but she had told him that she wasn’t busy when he asked her just now. She turned her head away in embarrassment, but something suddenly came into her mind, causing her to tighten her grip on the steering wheel. She asked in a low voice, “Director Hart… are you on good terms with Lyla?”
She didn’t forget what the receptionist had said at the Hart Group’s front desk that day. Even though she had no idea what the feeling inside her was, the notion that the man who had helped her so many times had something to do with Lyla made her feel uncomfortable.
Tony narrowed his eyes slightly; his eyes seemed to have a kind of magic, as if they could see through everything in her mind when he looked into her eyes. Suddenly, he chuckled. “Why are you suddenly asking about this?”
Myra inexplicably felt her cheeks burning upon hearing him laugh. After biting her lip, she started the engine right away. “Nothing. I was just asking, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t answer that, Director Hart.”
“Does it really not matter?” Sitting calmly in the passenger seat, Tony withdrew his gaze, took out his cell phone, and seemed to have sent out a text message. Streetlights flashed past him continuously on both sides of the road, illuminating half of his face intermittently while the other half was hidden in the shadows.
Myra suddenly felt that she had asked a question she shouldn’t have. Even if Lyla has something to do with him, it is solely his business and has nothing to do with me since I’m an outsider. So why must he tell me about that?
For some reason, a feeling of irritation surged up within Myra; she couldn’t help stepping hard on the gas while answering stubbornly, “Yep, it really doesn’t.”
The corners of Tony’s mouth turned up slightly amid the high-speed ride as he put away his cell phone. It had occurred to him that Myra would be unhappy about the matter with Lyla; obviously, this outcome was even more surprising than he had expected. The way the woman next to him behaved as if going into a sulk made him feel much happier, so he turned to look indifferently at the woman before him, saying, “She and I aren’t even considered friends.”
Upon hearing his words, Myra suddenly eased off the gas pedal in disbelief. “How could that be possible?! I saw her going to see you that day…”
Tony turned his head away to prevent her from noticing the amusement in his eyes. Then, without turning a hair, he replied, “She came to me that day because she wanted the commercial endorsement deal for the Sunny Bay project, but I told her that I’d like to take a few days to consider it.”
Myra only felt as though she was hearing things. Lyla went to him to ask for the commercial endorsement deal from him? That’s right; I remember that the Chase Group nominated Lyla to be the commercial spokesperson, so it’s only natural that she went to Tony.
The corners of her mouth turned up without her realizing it, for she felt like there was a rubber ball full of air inside her that suddenly deflated bit by bit after a tiny hole had been poked in it. Upon hearing that Lyla and Tony had nothing to do with each other, she was inwardly relieved, which she attributed to the thought that she wouldn’t have to make herself uncomfortable for someone else’s sake if she ran into Lyla in the future.
Tony’s mood was uplifted when he noticed that Myra’s expression had softened visibly. Suddenly, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up right away, and a wisp of smoke curled upward soon after that. Then, he wound down the car window a bit to let the smoke out.
Tony had a distinctively masculine charm of his own when he smoked, and Myra was surprised to find herself fascinated while looking at him. Upon coming to her senses, she quickly turned her head away and scolded herself inwardly for behaving like a fangirl. After that, she immediately turned on the engine and drove away from here.
Meanwhile, after Myra drove away from the Hart Group’s office, Leo drove the silver-gray Bentley—which Tony claimed to have broken down—to the front entrance of the Hart Group’s office building, but he couldn’t find any sign of his boss.
Soon after that, the cell phone in his pocket received a text message. It read, ‘You’re getting the night off.’
Leo was stupefied. Did my boss hitch somebody’s ride?
Meanwhile, the man who got a lift—no, a special ride—from Myra was lowering his head and fiddling with his cell phone.
Actually, he seldom played with his cell phone, which he only used to make phone calls, send text messages, and hold video conferences.
This day was different, though. A few days ago, Elliot took his cell phone and registered an account on a mobile app called Messenger for him. According to him, young people liked using this app nowadays, so old men like them had to jump on the bandwagon or risk getting out of touch with those as young as Myra, whom he addressed using her first name.
Tony was very pleased that Elliot addressed Myra using her first name, but he raised his brow upon recalling the 10-year age difference between Myra and himself. Therefore, he couldn’t help giving his acquiescence despite his reluctance to let Elliot touch his cell phone.
However, it was apparent that the man with exceptional IQ was defeated by the app that he had never used. After tinkering with the app for a long time, he could only hear Elliot’s anxious voice from the other end. “Where are you, Tony?”
After hearing this question about six or seven times, Myra could no longer help herself. She stretched out her hand to Tony, suggesting, “Let me help you with that, Director Hart.”
Upon hearing Myra’s words, Tony narrowed his eyes and glanced at her fair and slim wrist; only then did he hand the cell phone—which he didn’t like anybody else touching—to her.
Myra controlled the steering wheel with her left hand while holding Tony’s cell phone—which had a black casing—with her right. After pressing a button, she said to Elliot, “Director Hart is now on Chilham Route and will reach Zion Club in ten minutes.” Then, she gave the cell phone back to Tony.
Having observed thoroughly how she used the app just now, Tony said casually while taking back his cell phone, “I didn’t bother to answer Elliot just now because I wanted to hear his voice a few more times.”
Myra laughed inwardly upon hearing his words, which sounded like an excuse to cover up his inability to use Messenger no matter how one deciphered it. So there is stuff that Tony is unskilled at!
