It was within Tony’s expectation that Myra would not attend Bradfort City’s Road to Success Conference that was organized by Bradfort University. In the morning, he dropped her off at the entrance of Stark Group. When he thought of the man he was going to meet soon, he suddenly pulled her back awkwardly as she was about to get out of the car. “Give me a kiss.”
“Huh?” Before she had time to react, a kiss was swiftly placed on her lips. At the same time, she heard the sound of a camera shutter.
Feeling bittersweet, she wanted to stay and embrace the man who was leaning over.
When she saw the burning look in his eyes, she smirked and leaned forward to kiss him. “Why did you have to take a photo secretly?”
“No reason. I want to keep this moment as a memory.”
The pompous man returned her a serious expression and fiddled with his phone for a bit. When he looked up and saw that she was still in her seat, he asked, “Why haven’t you gone to work yet?”
Feeling slightly offended by his indifferent tone, she sent him a glare and muttered, “Hypocrite.”
As she was about to get out of the car, he suddenly held her back by the waist. “I’m a hypocrite?”
He had a dangerous look in his eyes as he narrowed them.
Myra blinked at him. Her eyelashes fluttered for a moment. She pursed her lips then said, “When you want me at night, you’re as gentle as water in your coaxing and lying, but after you get what you want, you become indifferent. What are you if not a hypocrite?”
His eyebrows raised slightly when she talked back to him. Lowering his head, he forced a smile and looked into her big eyes. His voice sounded dubious and low. “Who was the one who begged me last night? Hmm? Am I the only hypocrite, Miss Two-face?”
He had a cheeky look in his eyes while her face turned red in an instant.
Hearing a low chuckle come from in front of her, she felt slightly annoyed and shot him another glare. “Let me go, Tony. Don’t you have to attend the Bradfort City’s Road to Success Conference or something today? If you delay any longer, you’ll be the hotshot youth of Bradfort City!”
“Can’t I be a hotshot?” he retorted. Leaning down, he kissed her on the lips.
The light minty scent on his lips mixed with the scent of his aftershave intoxicated her and almost made her lose control of herself. She gripped the seat cushion and suddenly pushed him away. Her cheeks were flushed. “Yes, yes. You can be a hotshot. Bradfort City won’t be able to find someone more suited to be a hotshot than you!”
“Are you humoring me?” His eyes narrowed again.
Myra really wanted to show the people who thought Tony was cold and heartless this moment when his IQ was negative. She kissed the corner of his lips gently. That kiss felt like she was going along with him. She coaxed softly, “Call me when you finish at noon. It’s Saturday today. How about I spend the afternoon with you?”
The remark toward the end tamed his emotions. He bit her lips again. “You have to call me in the morning! You’re not allowed to ignore my texts!”
As he looked straight into her eyes, a vague emotion flickered across his eyes.
“Why?” She was slightly surprised.
“No reason.” He was already motioning for her to get out of the car.
It felt like she was going to be defeated by his unpredictable temper. Nodding, she said, “Okay then.”
After watching her leave the car obediently, the cheeky smile on his face eased.
Bradfort City’s Road to Success Conference was being held in the largest auditorium in Bradfort University.
Thirty minutes before it started, the auditorium was already packed with people.
Even though Tony arrived thirty minutes late, the principal, Ian Jones, let out a heavy sigh of relief when he saw Tony come in through the VIP entrance. His face immediately brightened as he got up swiftly and approached Tony with respect. “Director Hart, Director Hart, you’re finally here. Excuse me for not greeting you at the door. Come and have a seat.”
Currently, Tony was back to having the cold attitude he had with outsiders. He was wearing a tailored Italian suit with a white shirt and a dark blue tie that accentuated his stone-cold appearance. His lips were pressed together lightly. When he heard the principal, he narrowed his wary eyes and replied, “You’re too kind, Mr. Jones.”
“Director Hart, why don’t you take a seat where I was sitting earlier? It has a wide view. You’ll be able to feel the atmosphere in the auditorium to the fullest.” The principal escorted him over, and let him have the best seat without hesitation.
Because Tony arrived late, they assumed that he was not coming anymore.
Tony did not reject the offer. He took a few steps over and sat down.
In the seat beside him, Sean was watching the principal tend to and fawn over Tony without making a sound. The corners of his mouth curled up into a subtle sneer.
After Tony sat down, he turned to look at Sean and gave him a brief nod as a greeting before quickly turning away. He looked as though he was completely engrossed in the opening.
Meanwhile, since Tony came in, or even since he came into this place, Sean kept feeling like he was not himself.
Yesterday, when Richard told him about this conference at Bradfort University and invited him, he wanted to refuse right away. For some reason, however, he suddenly thought of his days in university and remembered that Myra and Ian used to have a close relationship. He had Richard ask the principal who else was invited and, as expected, came to find out that Myra was also invited. When he heard that, he accepted the invitation right away.
Unfortunately, Myra did not show up and in her place was this man.
That night, as Sean waited outside the Hart Residence all night, he almost crushed his own hands from clenching them so tightly. Hearing Myra’s flirtatious voice over the phone and thinking about how she was blooming like a flower under that man, he almost lost control from the anger and resentment.
He always thought that she only liked him; that even though they were divorced now, she still had feelings for him. He even thought of the time when she got tangled up with a man and figured that she was doing it intentionally for him to see. He assumed that she would return to him sooner or later; perhaps when she was dejected or when she could not withstand it any longer. By then, he thought of potentially making her his mistress.
But reality was not unfolding in the way that he had expected.
Not only was she actually involved with another man now, that man also happened to be Tony Hart.
No wonder she said the man knew about her divorce and that he did not care what she possessed. Sean scoffed. Turning over, he brushed his eyes coldly over Tony’s serious-looking side profile. He clearly knows the kind of relationship Myra and I used to have, but he still greeted me in that breezy manner!
He heard about Tony’s character a long time ago and knew that he was not a good person. Once Tony decided to get brutal, even Sean would have to surrender to him.
How can a man like him really love a woman? So what if he brought Myra back to the Hart Residence? How could a woman defend herself when a man is lying to her? He might just be saying things to hold on to her. Anyone can do that.
His gaze grew colder. Suddenly, he began to wonder when Tony started to become interested in Myra. What role did Tony have in his and Myra’s marriage?
