His words made her expression change. Then, she answered, “Director Hart invested in the Hartwell Group in the United States together with the Young Master of the Walton Family. As I am acquainted with the Walton Family, I know a thing or two about Director Hart as well. Speaking of which, Sean, I have an urgent matter to attend to. The Hart Group has canceled my rights to be the spokesperson of the Summer Bay Project, so I have to ask them for an explanation. You are aware of how much effort I have put in to become their spokesperson.”
A hint of aggrievement appeared on her face when she said her last few sentences.
Upon hearing that, Sean’s gloomy expression eased and he took her into his embrace with a frown. “I have just heard about it as well. Don’t worry, let’s first ask them what exactly happened.”
He was, in fact, the person who recommended Lyla to become the spokesperson to promote Sunny Bay Project. However, much to his surprise, the Hart Group chose Estelle instead of her.
When he thought of Estelle, it reminded him of Myra.
He had only recently divorced Myra and the Hart Group revoked Lyla’s qualification as the spokesperson for the project. Instead, they chose Estelle, who was close with Myra. Is there really nothing fishy going on?
Lyla soon arrived at the Hart Group. She went there alone because Sean had to deal with urgent matters of the Chase Group and at the same time, she was unwilling to allow him to follow her there. In the past, whenever she arrived at the Hart Group, she would be led to the floor where Tony’s office was located. Nevertheless, she was stopped from going upstairs by the receptionist this time.
“My apologies, Miss Fisher. Director Hart said that he is not free today and has no time to meet you.”
“Are you sure that it was Director Hart who personally told you that? Please help me to convey a message to Mr. Clark—tell him that I am Lyla and I have something to discuss with them.”
Lyla did not believe that it was Tony who told her that.
The receptionist’s gaze at her slightly changed. Previously, she thought that Lyla had a relationship with Director Hart. Now, it seemed to her that Lyla had been pestering Director Hart due to her unrequited love for him! Sigh, she is another woman who dreams of marrying into a wealthy family.
She shook her head. “Miss Fisher, what I said earlier was exactly what Leo asked me to convey to you. It was also what Director Hart told him.”
Lyla felt her vision become dark. “It’s impossible…”
Her cooperation with Tony was still alright in the afternoon and he even helped her to acquire the real estate in Hilliville. Why have things suddenly become out of control after a mere hour?
“How about if I head upstairs to find him on my own?” Although it was a question directed at the receptionist, Lyla’s feet were already headed toward the ground floor elevator.
“Hey, Miss Fisher, you can’t head up directly without permission.” The receptionist immediately stopped her. “If you continue being like this, I will have to call the security.”
Lyla’s feet came to an abrupt pause. It was only then did she really believe that Tony indeed did not wish to meet her.
She turned and saw the receptionist gazing with a look of displeasure on her face. With gloom welling up inside her, she stomped her feet before turning to leave the Hart Group.
As soon as she left the building, she pressed hard on the number that had not been answered for some time.
At the 48th floor of the office building, Elliot and two other men were peering at a man with a strange expression. The man in question was staring at a dark phone on a black table with a visibly bright mood and a cigarette between his index and middle finger.
At that moment, instead of a boring, dull ringtone, the phone on top of the black elegant office table repeated a phrase at a consistent speed—You are handsome; the most handsome one! You are unbelievably handsome!
Every time the phone rang, the phrase would be repeated at least 5 or 6 times before it stopped. From the moment it started ringing until now, there were already 7 or 8 missed calls.
Although Myra’s voice was melodious, the few of them were close to their breaking points after listening to the phrase repetitively for dozens of times. Elliot then decided to risk his life and hung up on the call. Upon noticing someone’s expression that fell at that instant, he quickly simpered. “Tony, we have acquired all the real estate in the Chase Group’s Hilliville project and now, trouble has arrived. What should we do with the assets owned by Myra? Should we acquire them as well?”
Upon hearing that, Tony slightly narrowed his eyes with a dark expression. He casually extinguished the burnt-out cigarette in the ashtray while he regained his impassive expression.
After a while, he calmly replied, “There is no need for that now. Hype this project up again and send an email to Shawn to inform him that a new industry is entering Hillville. He will know what to do.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Tony, are you planning to allow the assets in Myra’s hands to increase in value? Tony, she may become a shareholder of the Hart Group by then.”
Currently, other than the ones owned by Myra, almost all the real estate of Hillville had been acquired. All that was left was to proceed with the next step.
It was in a businessman’s nature to acquire the real estate at its lowest price, but there would be something wrong with the person’s mind if he intentionally jacked up the value of someone else’s asset.
They would definitely purchase the assets owned by Myra sooner or later, but if they were to do so in the future, the value of her assets would cause her net worth to soar.
“What’s wrong with that?” Tony lit up another cigarette and he met the gazes of the three men amidst the lingering smoke.
At the same time, he recalled Myra’s reply in the message. ‘Darling, you have to arrive on time. I will be waiting for you at home. Muack!’
It was the first time that he intended to skip work and immediately drove to her apartment.
The three of them looked at one another before shaking their heads in speechlessness.
It was sometimes terrifying when a man started dating.
However, Philip did not forget about the woman who was trying to reach Tony earlier. “Tony, what should we do with the woman—Miss Fisher?”
“Ignore her.” Tony slowly exhaled a puff of smoke while his expression was nonchalant. “She doesn’t have the courage to do anything—at least for now.”
As a matter of fact, Lyla did not only lack the courage to do anything, but there was nothing she could do. Meanwhile, she could not figure out what to do as well.
She did not know why he had suddenly treated her in this manner, but there was one thing she was sure of now—his reason for purchasing Chase Group’s real estate was not because he did her a favor, but more like he had an ulterior motive.
As for what his motive was, she was unsure of it.
All she could do now was to firmly cling onto the Chase Family. A woman would eventually leave her career and return to her family and it was the place she had always thought would provide her with a lifetime of peace. Therefore, she had no choice but to bear with it despite her unwillingness to do so.
When Myra exited her room after changing into her casual clothes, Estelle had already switched on the television to entertain herself. Upon seeing her, Estelle handed her some chips. “Do you want some?”
Myra took some chips and chucked them into her mouth. Playing on the TV was Estelle’s favorite horror movie, which she had watched countless times before on DVD. Myra took a seat beside her.
“You have just showered, right?” Estelle asked without turning to her side to look at Myra. Myra’s ears slightly blushed as she calmly hummed in agreement.
“Myra, that’s not right. Which girl would wear a nude-colored bra with such thick straps when she is in a relationship? You would turn your man off when he removes your clothes!”
Estelle finally turned to face Myra; she pouted when she caught a glimpse of the bra strap on the latter’s shoulder.
Myra’s face instantly flushed crimson, as if her real purpose had been seen through by the woman before her. She muttered with gritting teeth, “I think this is alright.”
