“I’ll deal with her right away.” Leo immediately headed outside. The receptionists probably wouldn’t be able to handle Gemma if she caused a scene, so the only way was for him to deal with her personally.
…
Meanwhile, Myra’s phone was spammed with incoming calls as soon as she resumed her work at the Hart Group. This time, a handful of the Stark Group’s shareholders were calling her at the same time; after one issue was resolved, another was waiting on the line. They were all begging for her to find a way to save the Stark Group. At the same time, they were also hinting at her to get Tony to help with the Stark Group’s current predicament.
When Tony came in, she was still on the phone; her phone was already heating up and running out of battery as well. When he saw the situation that she was in, he hastily grabbed her phone from her hand and snapped into the receiver, “Myra is pregnant—she’s been advised by the doctor to stay away from harmful radiation.”
Then, he bluntly ended the call with Hansen.
Myra looked up at him in resignation. “The Stark Group isn’t holding up anymore; Mr. Baker only called because he’s worried.”
“Something like this can easily be settled in a few words, but he’s been babbling on for almost an hour… Do you even spend this long on the phone with me?” Tony gave her a sideway glance before he handed her a file of documents.
“What’s this?” Myra accepted the file and flipped it open to have a look—it was another one of the Stark Group’s company equity transfer agreements.
Her eyes were filled with helplessness as she said, “I haven’t used my share of money from the Chase Group; I was planning to use it and acquire some of these stocks, but as usual, you’re already one step ahead of me.”
“Is there really a need to compete between us?”
Tony squeezed her hand out of slight dissatisfaction before guiding her toward the bed. “I told Leo to bring back some refreshments; you didn’t eat well today, so tell me if you’re craving anything and I’ll give Leo a call right now.”
“I am, actually.” Myra gave it a thought as she licked her lips. “I don’t know why, but I’m suddenly craving for something sour. Can you get me some sour plums?”
Tony smiled at her with a pampering look in his eyes. “Of course, I’ll have him bring home some sour plums; fruits are good for your health, after all.”
As he said that, he stared fixedly at the woman before him; Myra was three months pregnant, but she didn’t look too out of shape since she was being taken care of very well at home. Nevertheless, her figure couldn’t be further from her slim and petite build from before; she’d gained quite a few layers on her waist, her face, and her legs. She was a little plumper, but she looked nowhere near ugly. Instead, she emanated a faint motherly charm—her eyes glowed with a certain tenderness, and her facial features had softened considerably. It made her look soothing to the eye.
Myra was a little embarrassed from the way that Tony was staring at her. She turned away slightly and muttered, “What are you looking at?”
“You’ve gotten a lot more beautiful these days.” Tony wrapped her in his arms and let out a low chuckle in her ear.
There wasn’t a woman in the world who didn’t like to be complimented, especially when it came from the man she loved. Myra’s ears reddened in embarrassment and she glared playfully at him. “You’re saying that I’ve gotten a lot fatter, huh?!”
“You’re not fat; you’re just a little plump. You’re a lot prettier like this—you used to be too skinny.” Tony was telling the truth, for he felt that Myra couldn’t be considered fat at all. Instead, she was much healthier with a little more meat on her; her complexion had improved as well, and she truly looked like she was glowing from within.
“I just think you look better like this,” he said. With that, Myra looked down at her own body helplessly. Since she was indeed pregnant, she could only eat regardless of how she felt.
The couple hugged for some time before Myra suddenly looked up and asked, “The amount of shares I own are catching up to Cameron’s, but when he gets released from the police station, he’d still be able to fight against me for the position of the Stark Group’s general manager. I was talking with Mr. Baker about this on the phone earlier, but you interrupted the call.”
“Are you putting the blame on me right now?” Tony raised a brow, and he squinted at Myra with a playful warning in his eyes.
Myra tiptoed and planted a kiss on his cheek. “As if I’d blame you, bigshot Director Hart! When I was talking to Mr. Baker, he told me that Cameron doesn’t seem to own all of the shares in his hand; he speculated that Cameron only has the power to manage it, and it might be because he’s given a portion of it to someone else.”
Tony’s eyes flashed momentarily at her words. Then, he pecked on her forehead with a smile and said, “If that’s the case, you don’t have to worry about Cameron anymore.”
Myra nodded. “I’ll get someone to investigate it soon.”
“Have you thought about how you’re going to manage the Stark Group when you finally take it back?” asked Tony all of a sudden.
Myra shook her head without a second thought. “I haven’t thought about it—actually, it’s more accurate to say that I’ve never wanted to manage the Stark Group.”
She smiled when Tony responded to her reply with a raised brow; she then wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “This is where you come in! I plan to merge the Stark Group with the Hart Group. What do you think about that? You’re already managing so many companies—one more wouldn’t be a problem, right? I’ll provide the funds while you do the managing; teamwork makes the dream work, they say!”
Tony pinched her nose playfully and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Big words indeed, Miss Billionaire. Do you know how much the Stark Group needs?”
“Yeah, I do; Mr. Engelhard told me.” Myra paused as she stared fixedly into Tony’s eyes. “I’m planning to sell the Ritz Carlton’s company shares that Grandpa left for me. In addition to the funds from the Chase Group, it’ll be enough to sustain the Stark Group.”
Seeing that Tony had something to add, Myra quickly stopped him with a kiss.
Naturally, Tony didn’t resist her sudden attempt to shut him up; he even took control of the moment and deepened the kiss between them. It wasn’t until the woman was huffing and panting for air did he let her go.
Before Tony could say anything else, Myra beat him to it as she tightened her arms around his neck. “I know what you’re going to say, but you’ve already helped me a lot, Tony. I’d like to make things right on my own—after all, I’m partially responsible for the Stark Group. Besides, didn’t you say that there’s nothing to divide between us? What’s mine is yours anyway, so what’s the difference between using my funds and yours?”
Tony pulled her closer by the waist. “Have you made up your mind?” The Ritz Carlton stocks had been a remembrance left behind for Myra by her grandfather, and she wouldn’t have decided to use it if she didn’t have any other choice.
“I’ve made up my mind.” Myra nodded sincerely. “Grandpa wouldn’t want to see the Stark Group on the verge of bankruptcy, and you shouldn’t be the one to clean up the mess that Cameron made. Besides, I’m sure that Grandpa would understand my decision.”
“I’ll support you as long as it makes you happy.” Tony kissed her forehead tenderly.
…
That afternoon, they were all quite busy in the office.
Because of the Walton Family, a lot of following-up had to be done. Tony, Elliot and the others were buried in work, not to mention Shawn as well. Shawn was commended for his performance in the company, but he naturally didn’t involve Tony and the other three. Even though the news was meant to be kept private, it somehow managed to make its way to the public.
Before long, the public reputation of the Hart Group received yet another boost.
When Myra was heading home with Tony at night, a dark figure suddenly dashed out from a roadside bush and stopped right in front of their car. Although Tony immediately activated the emergency brakes, it was too late; there wasn’t enough distance between the intruder and the car. Seconds later, a loud thud sounded as the car slammed into the mysterious figure. From her seat, Myra watched as the person collapsed from the momentum before they tumbled toward the front and passed out on the ground.
In an instant, her face turned as white as a sheet; she clutched the man next to her by his arm. “Tony!”
Tony’s expression darkened unbelievably as well. He looked around from his seat to check if there were any CCTVs in the area. Then, he turned his head and reminded Myra, “No matter what happens, just stay in the car, all right?”
Myra bit on her lip and nodded hastily—she didn’t want to add on to the trouble.
After that, Tony opened the door and got down from the car; he diligently locked the doors as well.
When he took a few steps forward and stopped beside the person on the ground, the look on his face darkened even more.
