Myra hesitated. Serena, who was next to her, took the box and stuffed it directly into her hands. “My grandma’s giving it to you, so just keep it. You don’t need to be shy.”
Myra nodded and opened the box. Inside was an emerald bangle that was glittering and translucent. It was beautiful.
Surprised, she looked at Lisa. The old lady’s face was blank. “Have a good future with Tony.”
Holding the box, Myra’s heart eased and her features softened. “Thank you, Old Madam Hart.”
Lisa gave a brief nod, then turned and walked upstairs.
Myra left the Hart Residence with Henry’s driver.
The driver blabbed, “I wonder who was smoking outside the residence last night. There are cigarette butts all over there… Tsk, tsk…”
Myra didn’t think too much about it.
Henry was chattering while asking her to come back to the Hart Residence again next time.
“Myra, my mom said that you’re going to marry my uncle. Is that true?” Henry asked suddenly.
Myra was startled. A blush crept up her face as she patted his head. “It’s not decided yet.”
“But, my mom said you’ve already accepted Great-grandma’s gift!” Henry stared eagerly at Myra. “If you’ve accepted it, you can’t return it.”
Although his uncle wasn’t very sensible sometimes and would make him angry, if Myra married his uncle, he would get to play with her often in the future.
Thinking of the red velvet box in her bag, Myra felt a faint sense of joy, but the driver was seated in front. She didn’t feel comfortable discussing this matter under such circumstances.
She changed the subject. “Henry, do you have a good relationship with your uncle?”
When Henry heard this question, he coughed and sat upright. “Most of the time… we get along quite well.”
When they had dinner last night, however, he didn’t like Tony much.
Myra couldn’t help but feel a little amused when she saw how cheeky he was. “Your uncle must’ve made you unhappy recently.”
She remembered that the child had told her before that he liked his uncle, but there was some reservation in the way he said it just now.
Henry pouted. “Great-grandpa said that Uncle Tony has a bad temper, so I won’t be calculating with him.”
As she thought of the man’s temper, Myra had to admit that it was bad. Sometimes, he had such a short fuse that it made her want to give him a vicious beating.
The two of them chatted all the way, and soon, they reached the entrance of Henry’s elementary school. He begged Myra to return to the Hart Residence until she agreed, then he turned and entered the school, not forgetting to turn around and wave enthusiastically at Myra.
“Miss Stark, I’ve never seen Young Master Hart take such a liking to someone before,” the driver said casually while smiling. “It seems like you’re quite good with children.”
Myra returned a warm smile. “Henry is a cute boy.”
More importantly, the first time she saw him, she felt sorry for the little boy.
The driver didn’t say much else, and not long after, Myra arrived at the entrance of the Stark Group.
“Wow, look! That’s the current director of the Hart Group—Director Tony Hart!”
After walking into the Stark Group’s building and stepping out of the elevator, Myra heard the excited chatter of several employees next to her.
“Tsk, tsk. When I saw him in magazines, I already found him tragically handsome. I didn’t expect that he would look even more handsome in real life!”
“Oh, my god. Please give me a man as superb as him. I’m willing to give up ten years of my life for someone like him!”
“Pfft. You’re married. Why are you still thinking about this? Be careful; your husband may not let you out of bed when you get home!”
The few women gathered around, and the topic of their discussion gradually took a turn.
Standing not far from the elevator doors, Myra followed their line of sight and saw Tony’s indifferent profile and the sturdy hem of his clothes. In an instant, he disappeared into Kris’ office.
Is this the ‘something’ that had come up in the office?
Myra thought of the two calls she had made to him in the car that were both rejected. She was uncertain whether he had done it on purpose or if he was really busy. Tightly squeezing the phone in her hand, she walked toward her office.
Myra’s office was facing Kris’ office, but there was quite a distance between the two rooms.
Nevertheless, the frosted glass window allowed her to get a clear glimpse of the situation from inside.
The door of the office opposite from hers was closed, and Myra had a guess of what Kris and Tony might be talking about in her office.
The Stark Group was currently trying its best to win over the Hart Group. At this moment, they had to be discussing the Elsinore Garden Project.
However, looking at the closed office door, Myra found that she couldn’t get herself to pay attention to her work.
Amid her misery, someone knocked on her office door. “Miss Stark, the people from the Project Department next door asked you to quickly send over the first draft for the Elsinore Garden Project. A distinguished guest of the Hart Group is here, and they want to go through the first draft in advance.”
It wasn’t Tilly, as she had gone for a medical check-up today.
The person at the door was embarrassed to ask Myra to personally send it over, so she continued waiting there after saying that.
Myra quickly gathered up the first draft that was in front of her, then said gently to the girl, “All right. I’ll send it over immediately.”
The girl froze for a moment, then left.
When Myra was walking out of the office with the first draft in her hands, she passed a floor-to-ceiling mirror next to her. She paused subconsciously, then adjusted her appearance a little before exiting her office.
After knocking on the door, she went in.
This was Myra’s first time in Kris’ office. It was decorated to look very feminine, and everything inside appeared luxurious.
She didn’t look at Kris, who was sitting at the main table. Instead, her gaze fell on the man who was seated on the sofa opposite Kris.
He was dressed in a trim suit that was clean and tidy. He was tall, and he sat on the sofa in a laid-back manner. His two long legs were crossed over each other, and he was leaning back with a cigarette between his right index and middle fingers. At this moment, he was watching the cigarette burn slowly, seemingly in thought. His dark eyes were slightly narrowed, and his face was expressionless.
Although she said that she didn’t want to announce their relationship to the Starks for the time being, he didn’t even spare her a glance when she came in. Not to mention, he didn’t tell her that he was coming to the Stark Group. Feeling a little spiteful, Myra looked at him several times.
Seeing Myra personally sending over the first draft, Kris narrowed her eyes a little. When she saw the repeated glances Myra was throwing Tony’s way, a trace of mockery appeared in Kris’ eyes. She said gracefully, “It’s rare that the Director of the Design Department is delivering the draft in person. Leave it there. If you don’t mind, can you get our distinguished guest a drink?”
“Of course, I don’t mind.” In the past, when the two of them talked, they would never let the other have the last word, and they were always fighting each other. This time, Kris wanted to deliberately humiliate Myra in front of Tony, so she had even emphasized the sound of the words ‘in person’. To her surprise, Myra had agreed to her request.
Kris’ face dropped abruptly.
The ‘Director Hart’ that came to visit her today turned out to be the handsome and noble man that Kris met in the elevator at Myra’s apartment that night! Seeing Myra acting like this, it’s clear that she’s interested in this man. Two days ago, she even pretended to be in love. How disgusting!
Myra pretended not to see Kris’ nasty expression, but when she was about to leave the office, she suddenly remembered that she didn’t know what Tony liked to drink.
So, she turned around and looked at the expressionless man. “Director Hart, what would you like to drink?”
When talking to Tony, her voice couldn’t help but soften a little.
An even more unpleasant expression appeared on Kris’ face. She secretly regretted asking Myra to do that now, as she had basically thrown her a free opportunity. She glanced at the man who hadn’t spoken since Myra came in.
Tony’s thin lips pursed slightly, then he took out the cigarette that was dangling from his lips. Turning his head, he gave Myra a flattering look and said with a smile, “Don’t you know what I like to drink?”
