Meanwhile, Elliot, Shawn, Damian, and the others had arrived at Zion Club. They were here to give a farewell dinner to Damian, who would be returning to the army very soon.
Elliot was a casual person in the first place, so when he saw the voice message from Tony, he unthinkingly played it in front of everyone else right away.
“Director Hart is now on Chilham Route and will reach Zion Club in ten minutes.”
The soft and familiar voice that came from the cell phone stunned everyone at once. When they realized what had happened, Elliot’s eyes instantly lit up. “Wow, Tony is with Mrs. Hart right now!” he exclaimed. “Damn, did Tony let Mrs. Hart touch his cell phone?!” he added.
Everyone in the circle knew how serious Tony’s grumpiness was. Previously, he reluctantly handed his cell phone to Elliot only after the latter tried every way possible to convince him of the wonderful benefits of using Messenger. Nevertheless, he nearly killed Elliot with his eyes as he watched the latter tinkering with his cell phone!
Philip commented leisurely, “Since it’s Myra, she can touch Tony’s cell phone, of course.”
Lucas, on the other hand, shot Elliot a glance. “Duh!”
Speechless, Elliot snorted at both of them since he couldn’t outargue them. However… he moved close to them a while later with a shifty face, suggesting, “Don’t we have a chat group on Messenger? What about we invite Tony and Myra to join the group? Tony will definitely join the chat group if Myra does!”
Upon hearing his words, Philip and Lucas looked at Shawn and Damien.
Shawn knew Myra through her relationship with Estelle, from whom he had heard long ago about Myra’s impending divorce from her ex-husband, as well as how bad Myra’s ex-husband was and how good Myra was. He was only superficially conscious of social conventions; plus, Tony never let anyone stick their noses into his business, so he wouldn’t think much about it. Damian, however, had an unnoticeable frown upon hearing the three’s conversation. “Could you guys be talking about… Myra Stark?”
Philip and Lucas exchanged glances upon noticing the tone in Damian’s voice. Philip answered with a smile, “Yeah, we’re talking about her. It’s rumored that Myra and her husband have been discussing getting a divorce because of the return of the latter’s first love. Tony has compassion and care for her, so he has been helping her in secret these days.”
His reply contained a lot of information. Firstly, Myra wasn’t at the bottom of her divorce from her husband, for she wanted a divorce because her husband was unfaithful. Secondly, Tony didn’t make it widely known that he had been helping Myra, who probably didn’t realize Tony’s intention at all, so she wasn’t to be blamed.
“Is her husband Sean Chase, the director of the Chase Group?” asked Damien. He remembered what he had seen at the banquet that day, so he paid some attention to it after that.
Also sensing that something was wrong, Elliot immediately nodded. “That’s him! Damien, once you turn over the pages of entertainment magazines, you’ll see that this man is constantly involved in gossip every single day. He’d be photographed with a celebrity on this day and be caught fooling around with a young model on the next. If I were Miss Stark, I would have divorced him long ago instead of putting up with him until now! In my opinion, she gets bullied too easily with that temper of hers.”
He no longer dared to say the word ‘Mrs. Hart’ out loud.
Upon hearing Elliot’s words, Damian finally unknitted his brows and said nothing else.
Only then did the three men sigh in relief inwardly.
Myra and Tony soon arrived at Zion Club.
A valet came to take the car key to park the car, but Myra thanked him without handing her car key to him. Looking at Tony, who had stepped out of the car and walked toward her car door, she said, “Director Hart, I won’t be seeing you off into the club. It’s a bit late tonight, so I—”
Just then, her unfinished speech was interrupted by a casual voice. “Miss Stark!” Elliot popped up from nowhere and came up to her happily upon seeing her. Enthusiastically pulling the car door open for her, he assumed the standard demeanor of a gentleman, saying, “We knew that you were the one who used Tony’s cell phone in the car just now, Miss Stark! Hurry up and get out of the car, Miss Stark; we’ve reserved a seat for you.”
Feeling awkward, Myra waved her hand. “That’s not necessary. I have something else to attend to tonight—”
Elliot, however, was as silver-tongued as always. “Just put it off if it isn’t important. Since you’ve sent Tony to Zion Club tonight, it would appear rude for us not to ask you to stay for dinner with us.”
Myra still wanted to make a last-ditch attempt to turn Elliot down, but the latter simply didn’t give her a chance to speak by pretending to try to grab her right away. Feeling helpless, she glanced at the expressionless man beside her and gritted her teeth. Then, she stepped out of the driver’s seat and handed her car key to the valet.
She thought to herself, It’s only one dinner. I’ve attended many dinners over the past two years; I just have to finish eating and leave as soon as possible.
Seeing that Myra had agreed to stay for dinner, Elliot smugly raised his brow at Tony, who seemed to frown upon him. He then darted Elliot a look and stepped inside right away.
Provoked by the look in Tony’s eyes, Elliot gave Tony a glare from behind. Then, he turned to look at Myra with a mischievous grin, asking, “May I ask what’s your Messenger username, Miss Stark? I’d like to add you on Messenger so that it’s convenient for us to discuss business-related matters in the future, if there’s any.”
Upon hearing his words, Myra had a confused look on her face. The Chase Group seldom had dealings with the Samson Group; even if there was any, it wasn’t something that someone at her level could take part in. Still, she told Elliot her Messenger username. Perhaps because she had been unable to join Sean’s circle of childhood friends, she found Tony’s friends more and more amiable.
However, her body stiffened the instant the three of them entered the private room. She thought that Tony came to Zion Club on this day to have dinner with Elliot and his friends, but she didn’t expect Tony’s two brothers to be present in addition to Elliot, Philip, and Lucas.
She knew Shawn, the famous Deputy Mayor Hart of the city council and the man for whom Estelle was head over heels. He gave her a nod of greeting upon seeing her, but as for Damian… It was probably her illusion, but she felt that Damian had been sizing her up without anyone else noticing.
Feeling nervous, she greeted, “Sorry for disturbing you all.”
Tony naturally wanted to take the seat next to Damian, but the seat next to it belonged to Philip, who immediately stood up and gave up his seat to Myra, saying, “Now that you’re here, hurry up and take a seat, Miss Stark. Feel free to see if there’s anything else you’d like to order.”
Myra felt a tinge of regret. Had she known this would happen, she would have refused to join the dinner no matter what. But now that she was already in the room, she could only put on a bold front. “Thank you.” She took the seat that Philip gave up and soon saw Tony sitting next to her.
She wondered if this was her imagination, but Tony’s three friends seemed to be trying to bring her and Tony together in a concealed manner. After pursing her lips, she took the menu and handed it to Tony right away. “It’s better that you order first, Director Hart. I’m not particular about food.”
Her words were full of courtesy.
Taking the menu from her, Tony narrowed his eyes before listing a few dishes to the reverent waiter, who stood at the side, without much thought.
Damian frowned next to him. “Tony, why didn’t I know that your taste in food has become so extreme?”
The dishes Tony had ordered just now were rich in taste, but everyone here knew that he only ate lightly seasoned food.
However, Tony didn’t have much of an expression upon hearing Damian’s question. He casually turned another few pages of the menu and answered, “I feel like tasting something different occasionally.”
Damian raised his brow. “Well, you never did this at home.”
The corners of Tony’s thin lips turned up, but he said nothing else and ordered warm fruit juice for Myra and himself on the excuse that his wound hadn’t healed yet.
