Chapter 4
Being a member of the Stark family, Myra had always known of the Harts’ prominent position in Bradfort City. The Hart family was one of the most influential in the area. Tony Hart, the youngest of four siblings, had always stood out. His older sister was married, and his two brothers had careers in politics and the military. Tony, however, had shown a particular interest in business, making him the sole heir to the Hart Group’s legacy. He was also the grandson who had received the most affection from the elderly Sebastian Hart. Myra had heard that, in his younger years, Tony had rebelled and refused to inherit the family fortune. It was a mystery why he had returned now, seemingly out of the blue, to take over the Hart Group.
On the other hand, Myra could understand why so many women were fascinated with him. As the heir to one of the wealthiest families in the city, his worth and stature were undeniable. In addition, he was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.
There was something about his eyes, though, that seemed strangely familiar.
Perhaps it was the cold, indifferent look in them that reminded her of Sean. The thought made her chest tighten, and the image of Elsie’s gloating face immediately flashed before her mind.
Myra quickly swallowed the resentment rising within her and suppressed the bitterness threatening to spill over.
“An eye candy makes everything better! Life is tough enough, we need more of these little moments of happiness,” she muttered to herself.
With a small laugh, she gathered the documents she had just reviewed and handed them to Tilly. “Come on, let’s go to your dreamboat’s company and get you those moments of happiness.”
Tilly blinked in confusion before her face broke into a wide grin. “Myra, are you going to the Hart Group to talk about the Sunny Bay Project? The one for the high-end community? I thought you were going with Miss Foster?”
“I don’t think she’ll be back anytime soon. You can step in for her today,” Myra said with a hint of self-deprecation. She probably doesn’t want to go anyway, what with her tangled up with Sean right now.
“Got it! I’ll do my best!” Tilly beamed, clearly excited.
Myra had just parked her white BMW in the Hart Group’s basement carpark when two Bentleys passed her on their way out.
The first one, a Bentley Mulsanne, caught her attention. It was a particularly striking limited edition model, the one Bentley had unveiled in a press conference in London the previous year. There was only one of its kind in the world, and rumors swirled that the owner was a mysterious business mogul.
As the Mulsanne passed her, Myra caught a glimpse of the figure sitting in the backseat. It was difficult to see much in the dim lighting, but the man’s silhouette exuded an air of cool elegance.
For a split second, Myra thought the man might have sensed her gaze. His eyes seemed to flicker open, but by the time she had driven past, their paths had already diverged.
After circling the basement carpark, she finally found a regular visitor spot and parked. She entered the elevator, but as the doors were about to close, a hand reached in to hold them open.
“Sorry to bother you, but would you mind sharing the lift?” A voice came from behind her.
Myra looked up, noticing a group of men standing just outside the elevator. They were dressed in sharp suits and leather shoes, all exuding a sense of quiet authority. From their appearance, they clearly belonged to a high-end enterprise.
The man who had spoken to her had a pleasant demeanor as he waited for her response. Myra blinked, briefly taken aback, before she shook her head and moved aside.
The man smiled and stepped back, allowing the others to enter. He appeared to be someone of assistant-level status, while the rest of the men, though silent, seemed of much higher rank.
Just then, Tilly gasped from behind her and jabbed her finger into Myra’s back.
Myra looked up, and her eyes locked with a pair of intense, dark orbs. The man who had caught her attention was the most striking of the group, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. He looked to be around thirty-four or thirty-five, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit that enhanced his tall, imposing figure. His white shirt underneath contrasted sharply with the dark suit, adding to his already mesmerizing appearance. There was something almost graceful about his manner, though it was an aura of authority and refinement that radiated from him.
Myra swallowed, suddenly aware that she was standing inches away from Tony Hart, the new director of Hart Group.
Tony briefly appraised her before stepping into the elevator with one long, fluid stride. He seemed entirely unfazed by her presence, and Myra couldn’t help but feel a sense of cold indifference in his gaze.
“T-T-Ton—Um!” Tilly stuttered, starstruck, but her words were interrupted by a soft groan as Myra’s elbow nudged her in the stomach. Myra then gently pulled Tilly two steps to the side, making room for the rest of the men to enter.
The elevator fell into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by Tilly’s voice.
“Myra, look! It’s Dreamboat Tony!” she squealed, her voice far too loud for the quiet elevator.
Myra’s face flushed crimson, and she turned toward the assistant who had spoken earlier, her embarrassment palpable. He seemed to find the whole situation amusing, as he cleared his throat.
Slightly embarrassed, Myra turned away, trying to focus on the elevator doors. As she did, she couldn’t help but notice how Tony Hart stood there—cold, reserved, and as intimidating as ever. There was something that lingered in her mind, though. A man like him should be using the exclusive elevator meant for VIPs. Why was he sharing a regular lift with the rest of them?