Chapter 35
“Myra, don’t you think it’s strange? When Elsie was having an affair with Director Chase, she could get anything she wanted in the Chase Group. Now, not only has she been demoted to an assistant, but I’ve even seen the director scolding her for minor mistakes. Could it be that Director Chase found out about her trying to seduce Director Hart, and now he’s punishing her out of anger and shame?” Tilly mused.
Most men couldn’t accept being cuckolded, after all.
Myra couldn’t help but think back to the harsh words Sean had spoken to her. A sharp pain shot through her heart as she faintly replied, “Who knows?” She had noticed Elsie’s silence around the office recently, but she didn’t care. Elsie was no concern of hers.
Soon after, the Hart Group contacted them about a final meeting to revise the design drafts. The meeting was to be held in a hotel near the Sunny Bay Project, likely to tailor the discussions to the local conditions and ensure everyone could create the most reasonable plan.
The team was scheduled to check into the hotel the following day, so Myra returned home that night to pack her things. As she did, Eve remained oddly silent, her expression a mix of concern and uncertainty. Finally, she tugged on Myra’s sleeve. “Myra, I know you had a disagreement with Sean, but a husband and wife should compromise. You know Sean’s temper. He can be rash, but he’ll regret it later. Please, stop being mad at him. If you’re really moving out, I’ll be worried.”
Myra froze for a moment, realizing Eve had misunderstood the situation. She quickly reassured her, “Mom, I’m just going on a business trip for a few days.”
Eve’s face showed disbelief. “A business trip? But I don’t remember Sean mentioning anything about that.”
Myra explained, “It’s just a short trip. I’ll still be in the city, but because the meeting could last a few days, I thought it would be easier to stay closer to the hotel instead of commuting all the way to Sunny Bay.”
Though Eve seemed unconvinced, she didn’t argue further as Myra continued packing. However, as soon as Eve entered the kitchen, she made a phone call to Sean.
Myra didn’t need to bring much for her brief stay, so she only packed a few necessities and a couple of sets of clothes. After taking a bath, she noticed an unread message on her phone screen. Unlocking it, she saw a text from Sean: “Myra, we’ll talk about it when I return.”
A minute later, another text came through: “Wait for me.”
Myra stared at the words, a wave of emotion sweeping over her. Waiting had always been her greatest torment. She’d experienced it before—waiting with hope that gradually turned into despair. Sean probably didn’t even realize how ambiguous his message was, offering both hope and pain all at once.
Myra typed out the word “alright” before she could stop herself, but immediately felt a pang of regret. Was she agreeing to wait for him or simply trying to avoid confrontation?
Frustrated, she deleted the message and set her phone aside, determined to sleep. But as the night wore on and sleep eluded her, she picked up her phone again and typed “alright” once more. Half an hour passed, but no reply came. Myra finally switched off her phone, closing her eyes and attempting to rest.
The next morning, Myra arrived at the Hart Group’s lobby just in time, with a thousand people already waiting with their luggage. When Sasha spotted her, she hurried over with a smile. “Myra, I’m so glad you’re back! I thought that woman might have made your life miserable, but it looks like Sean still cares about you.”
Myra glanced at Sasha, feeling a mix of emotions as she remembered Sean’s text from the night before. She nodded faintly. “Sorry for making you worry.”
There wasn’t much else to say.
With the cars arranged for everyone, Myra got into the one assigned to her. As she settled in, she noticed Sasha’s furrowed brow. Beside her, a designer murmured, “At first, it seemed like the Chase Group would be out of the picture, but I can’t believe she pulled the deal back for us. It’s hard to believe she doesn’t have some kind of connection with the Hart Group.”
Sasha’s expression darkened, and she recalled the rumors circulating about Myra, Logan, and Tony. Her face took on a pale, calculating look.
When Myra entered the car, she was greeted by a massive white dog that leapt toward her, startling her at first, but then she smiled with joy. “Meow!” she called, and the dog wagged its tail in excitement.
The driver, noticing her reaction, explained, “Miss Stark, Mr. Hart’s maid is on vacation, and since no one is home to care for the dog, he brought Meow along. Would you mind taking care of it for the journey?”
Myra, amused by the dog’s affection, happily agreed. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it.”
In her past, she had raised a Samoyed, but had to give it away when Sean didn’t like dogs. Now, playing with this large dog made her feel a warmth she hadn’t experienced in a while.
The driver, meanwhile, discreetly made a call, and the sounds in the car were transmitted directly to Tony’s phone. He continued to glance at his boss in the rearview mirror, puzzled by Tony’s silent smile.
After a while, they arrived at the hotel. Leo had gone out of his way to ensure that Myra’s room was located next to Tony’s.
“Mr. Hart’s pet is usually cared for by someone else, but would you mind looking after it from time to time, Miss Stark?” Leo asked, his tone casual.
Myra, unaware of the underlying arrangement, agreed without hesitation.
When Sasha received her room key, her eyes narrowed, filled with suspicion. All the representatives from the Hay Group were placed on a floor above Myra and Tony, with the two of them occupying the same floor.
Sasha couldn’t help but glance around, and when she noticed this, she subtly warned the designer beside her, “Let’s go upstairs and get settled. We’ll talk later.”