Myra walked several steps, but there was no sound of footsteps coming from behind. For some unknown reason, she suddenly felt a twinge inside her, and an emotion that she had never experienced before quickly spread through her heart.
She gritted her teeth and looked back. A look of surprise flashed across Tony’s face, but he quickly reassumed his usual poker face.
Myra tucked the hair that had been brought to the front by the breeze behind her ear. Softly, she uttered, “Director Hart, I said something I shouldn’t have when you sent me back on the night of Old Master Hart’s birthday banquet. You’re not the kind of man who takes advantage of others’ misfortunes and disrespects women, so I should apologize to you.”
In fact, it should have occurred to her that a man like Tony had high expectations for women in the first place. Moreover, he hadn’t had a girlfriend despite being nearly 35 years old. If he wasn’t proud and aloof by nature, he must—just as described in the video that day—have a woman he loved. Since that was the case, how could he possibly want to do something inappropriate with a married woman like her? But…
“But I’m now a married woman, after all. Director Hart, you’d better keep some distance from me in the future to avoid any unnecessary gossip.”
She could sense the feelings Tony had for her, but she no longer wanted to delve into what these feelings meant right now. She had just ended a relationship, so she didn’t have much energy to think about other matters. It was okay if she took it the wrong way, but if what happened was just as what she had thought the night before, she could only say that she had no plans to start a new relationship for the time being.
Tony stood ramrod straight under the streetlight, with his back straightened and his expression as cold as ice. His facial features were blurry under the light, but Myra felt as though she could see his expression at this moment. His thin lips must have been pressed together…
It wasn’t until a long time later that she heard his icy voice. “I don’t get it. Miss Stark, it was you who got into my car yourself today, but why do you speak as though I’m latching onto you on purpose?”
Myra’s hands clenched tightly into fists at her sides as her cheeks instantly burned. After a failed attempt at a smile, she lowered her eyes and glanced at her knee, which had been bandaged up by the man. “Uh, I’m going home first.”
Then, not daring to stay in place for another second, she stepped hurriedly toward the apartment building regardless of the wound in her leg.
Tony, whose eyes were as black as ink that was too thick to be diluted, watched her figure from behind as she fled in panic as if she had run into a great scourge. Suddenly, his cell phone rang; he picked it up with a steely face. “Speak!”
The chilling undertone in his words caused Elliot to tremble right away on the other end of the line. He ventured carefully, “Didn’t you manage to pick Myra up, Tony?”
But that shouldn’t have happened; the three of us have seen Myra getting into his sports car, he thought to himself.
“Just hurry up and say whatever you have to say; I’ll hang up if there’s nothing.” Tony fretfully tugged on the collar of his shirt, only to hear a faint and subtle sound; he had torn a button out of his collar. Staring fixedly at the custom-made button that was bouncing on the ground, he felt even more agitated, so he subconsciously reached for the clothes on his chest where only a piece of silk thread was left.
Suddenly, his gaze paused on the cuff of his suit jacket’s left sleeve. A black diamond button should have been there, but it had disappeared without a trace at this moment, leaving only a piece of silk thread just like the clothes on his chest.
“Well, Tony, we have found a buyer for the property in Hilliville and settled on a price with them. We’re about to sell it, so we’d like to discuss the matter with you.”
Tony’s eyes darkened at Elliot’s words. Suddenly pursing his lips, he replied flatly, “I have changed my mind.”
Elliot was astounded. “Huh? What?”
“Buy up all the newly developed housing areas and commercial areas in the Hilliville project for me.” Tony spoke lightly of the matter that involved tens of billions as if he was talking about the weather.
Elliot, however, was so taken aback by his words that he nearly dropped his cell phone to the ground. “Tony… what has gotten into your head? The money involved is no small sum; it won’t go so far as to make the Hart Group bankrupt, but spending so much money will rock the company to its foundations! Moreover, that piece of land…” he objected with a quiver in his voice. Now that’s a piece of land that has been forecast to be unprofitable even before it was developed! he thought to himself. “Did Myra do something to you just now? Is that why you—”
Beep… Before Elliot could finish his sentence, he heard the sound of the phone being hung up on the other end of the line.
As the look in his eyes alternated between shock and stupefaction, he suddenly pinched himself hard, and the resulting pain nearly brought tears to his eyes. “So I wasn’t dreaming just now…” he mumbled to himself when his cell phone suddenly rang again. Lowering his head and glancing at his phone’s screen, he found that it was a call from the big shot that had just hung up on him! He immediately picked up the phone, greeting, “Tony—”
“I want the apartment next door to Myra’s in Ocean Blue Residence. Get it for me as soon as possible,” ordered Tony in a cold voice.
Elliot was stunned. Is Tony trying to steal Myra’s heart by living close to her? However, before he could say anything, the phone call was hung up again on the other end.
Speechless, he immediately called the other two, saying, “F*ck, I’m telling you guys—Tony seems to have gone crazy!”
Tony tossed his cell phone into his car through the window of the passenger seat after hanging up. He thought to himself, Myra could sense my feelings for her; it’s just that she’s too used to burying her head in the sand. As for Sean…
Taking out a cigarette, he lit it up and smoked while leaning casually against the car door. His handsome and stern face slowly became blurred as it was shrouded in smoke.
Sean had come back to Fairhill Villa with Lyla when he received a phone call from David Brooks, the foreman on the construction site. He asked him about the workers’ wages for last month before mentioning to him in passing that Myra was almost hit by a brick at the construction site in an incident.
The initially casual tone in Sean’s voice instantly turned chilly. “What did you say? Miss Stark… Myra was nearly hit by a brick that fell from the fourth floor?”
David nodded. “That’s right, but fortunately, Miss Stark was lucky enough to be saved by Director Hart in time. Otherwise, she would certainly have gotten hurt.”
Upon hearing what David said, Sean only felt as if he had just experienced a roller-coaster ride of emotions; even he himself didn’t realize that he was very worried about Myra just now. “I got it,” he responded. After compressing his lips and loosening his tie, he couldn’t help pleading with David, “Please take care of her in the future, David.”
However, a lady’s gentle voice came from the bathroom door as soon as he finished his sentence. “Take care of who?”
Sean froze; he hung up without betraying any emotion, by which time Lyla had walked up to him. Her hands had clenched tightly into fists while falling to her sides as she glanced at his cell phone, but she asked anxiously, “Did anything happen to Myra?”
Sean frowned slightly for a moment before explaining flatly, “Nothing. Someone at the construction site called to press me for the workers’ wages, and he mentioned Myra in passing, saying that she was nearly hit by a brick that fell from upstairs at the construction site.”
“What should we do then?” Lyla’s eyes seemed to be full of concern for Myra.
Sean narrowed his eyes and—seeing that her expression seemed genuine—held her to his chest with a soft sigh. “Aren’t you jealous, Lyla? Why do you care about her… Don’t you love me?”
