“I’ll leave the rest to you,” Tony stoically informed Leo as he felt the fear radiating from the woman in his embrace. He then tightened his arms around her as he held her closer against him before they walked out.
There was a chill that lingered in Tony’s wake when he left the station. The captain watched him leaving and turned to ask Leo warily, “Mr. Clark, what’s going on here? Miss Fisher said she had Director Hart’s permission before she asked us to make an arrest.”
“Director Hart’s permission?” Leo chuckled dryly, knowing that Lyla had crossed the line. How dare that woman do something like this to Myra?
“I’ve already told you what Director Hart has given permission on, Captain Fowler. It seems like you’re more willing to listen to someone with a pretty face.” Leo’s tone became aggressive.
In the beginning, he had privately informed Captain Fowler to take good care of Miss Stark. Not only did they switch her holding cell, which sent Leo and the others on a wild goose chase, they had also handcuffed her and locked her up in the shabby, dirty hole-in-the-wall.
“I’d watch my back if I were you, Captain Fowler.” With that, Leo walked out of the station without sparing the captain a second glance.
Meanwhile, Captain Fowler was looking grim. A police officer behind him asked, “Captain, are we just going to let them take the suspect away? How are we going to explain ourselves to the superiors?”
A seething Captain Fowler turned and slapped the officer hard across the face. “To hell will I explain myself! I might as well turn in my badge now!”
Along the way, Myra’s bawling eventually became quiet sobs, which then devolved into sniffling. Her eyes were red and puffy; her face also itched from the tear stains. She reached up to her face and furiously rubbed her eyes, as though it was the only way for her to vent all her resentment and anger.
At this moment, a large, warm hand clasped over hers and stopped her from torturing herself even further. “My eyes itch,” Myra whimpered in a hoarse voice as she squeezed her eyes and her tears fell once more.
The car was smoothly cruising down the road as Tony held her in the backseat. His suit jacket was draped over her slim shoulders and she was enveloped by his familiar scent—tobacco and peppermint. She appeared to have cried herself into a stupor as she nestled into the safety of his arms.
A pair of cold lips brushed over the tops of her eyes before it gently kissed them. He was careful with his actions, as though he was kissing something precious. “Here, I’ll rub them for you,” he responded in an equally hoarse voice.
She felt his thumbs graze over the tender skin above her eyes where his lips had been mere seconds ago. It was as though he was massaging the area more than helping her with the itch, but nonetheless, it eased the discomfort around her eyes.
“Does it feel better?” Tony asked when he realized that she was silent in his arms; his voice was deep as it resonated from above her head.
Upon hearing his voice, Myra felt her tears threaten to overwhelm once more. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be… Why would he look for me even after I turned him down? Why would he help me? Who do you think you are, Myra? She felt as though her heart was wrenching and before she knew it, she whispered, “Tony, I was going to divorce Sean today…” Being in his embrace allowed her to finally calm down and her breathing was no longer ragged.
After what seemed like a long moment, Tony merely hummed in response. Myra thought about what had happened earlier today and her lips pursed into a bitter line. “I’m not the person in charge of the Marina Bay Bridge Project. Eve stole my ID after tricking me into going to the Chase Residence and I’m sure the evidence they collected are all fabricated…” she trailed off grimly.
“I believe you.” Tony sighed as he tightened his arms around her while his chin grazed the top of her head in comfort. “You can rest now. You must be worn out after all that’s happened.”
“But, there’s something I have to say,” she insisted as she grabbed onto his suit jacket.
He lowered his head and saw her stubbornness. Her eyes were puffy and she looked as though she had experienced hell. Yet, he could not help but be entranced by her. He wanted nothing more than for time to stop at this moment, so that he could hold her in his arms for a while longer. After a long pause, he nodded in resignation and adoringly gazed at her as he responded, “Say it then. I’m listening.”
The tenderness in his voice stirred something within her. All the suppressed resentment and rage in her dissipated like air escaping from a balloon. She slowly released his shirt as she said, “I’m going to divorce Sean.”
“I know,” he answered quietly. His gaze darkened as he took Myra’s hands in his before she could let go of his shirt.
Tony held her in silence and he did not say another word about making her his woman. Myra, on the other hand, had the sudden realization that she did not want to leave his arms. It was just like her dream—she saw his kindness and unwavering affection toward her; for a moment, she allowed herself to imagine being together with him. To be with him…
At that thought, pain squeezed her heart once again.
Not long after the black Maybach sped away from the detention center, it drove past a black Lamborghini, which screeched to a halt in front of the place. From the outside, one could only glimpse the cold and dark silhouette of the man behind the wheel. However, he did not step out of the car and the lights in the vehicle were not switched on either.
From the moment Eve called after Myra’s arrest, Sean had abandoned all self-restraint and rushed to the detention center without any delay. But now that he had arrived, he began to ask himself why he even bothered in the first place.
Richard had already compiled all the evidence—Myra would only be detained for three days, after which Sean would arrange for her to be released. After that, it would be like how Eve had planned—she would apologize to Myra and ask for forgiveness. By the time the divorce proceedings were underway, Sean would only have to compensate Myra by dividing the assets in her favor. It was just that his chest tightened and left him feeling like he was breathing cold air. The ache was spreading throughout his entire body.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar man standing not too far away from him—it was Leo, Tony’s personal assistant, and he was exiting the detention center with another man. As Sean watched, they entered a car and sped away.
Sean narrowed his eyes in cold suspicion. What is he doing here?
His phone rang at that moment and it disrupted his thoughts. He glanced at it and saw that it was a call from Richard. He frowned as he picked up the call while Richard’s nervous voice flooded the other line. “Director Chase, someone has bailed your wife out.”
As Sean heard that, his eyes widened in shock.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, Lyla had also been informed of Myra’s release from the detention center. Unfortunately, they had no idea who had bailed Myra out.
“Could it be Cameron?” Lyla muttered as she scowled. While it was a logical guess, she could not help but feel uneasy about it. She pushed the thought away and tried to compose herself. Perhaps it was a good thing that Myra was bailed out. After all, Lyla had not planned to keep her locked up in the detention center for days. She had only stumbled upon the chance to make Myra suffer, so why not take the opportunity to teach that insufferable princess a painful lesson?
Right now, all she had to do was to wait for Sean and Myra to divorce. As she thought about that, Lyla began to smirk deviously.
Tony carried Myra all the way from the car into the apartment elevator. Upon their arrival at the apartment, both of them stiffened as they froze in place. There was another person in the apartment. When he heard the door open behind him, he turned—it was none other than Sebastian Hart himself!
Myra was cradled in Tony’s arms, her eyes were red and puffy from crying. With her arms wrapped around his neck, the red marks on her wrist where the handcuffs had been were on clear display.
