Chapter 91
Myra couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment after finishing her sentence. Why did I say that? she scolded herself internally. I could have just called him instead of driving all the way here at this late hour. It’s like I had some hidden motive!
Her face flushed as she nervously shifted her hands from the steering wheel, unsure of where to place them.
Tony’s gaze shifted toward the watch on his wrist, and he asked with an expressionless tone, “Are you busy tonight?”
“Huh?” Myra’s mind momentarily went blank.
Tony repeated, his voice unchanged, “Are you busy tonight?”
Myra hesitated and then shook her head, still somewhat confused. “No, I’m not.”
A slight curve appeared on Tony’s lips, but it was subtle enough that it almost went unnoticed. He stood up and walked toward the passenger seat of the car. After knocking on the window, Myra unlocked the door, and he smoothly climbed in, saying, “My car broke down, and I’ve been waiting for a while with no sign of a replacement. Can you give me a ride? I need to go to Zion Club, and I’m sure you know the way.”
As soon as he entered the car, the space felt much smaller, and Myra could barely focus on anything else. His presence was commanding, his profile even more striking in the dim light of the streetlamps. The cool, collected aura he exuded made him even more attractive, in a way that made Myra feel a bit out of place.
For a moment, she couldn’t find her words. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Tony turned toward her with his sharp gaze and asked again, “Are you busy tonight? Or is it inconvenient for you?”
Her unease intensified under his direct stare. She had told him she wasn’t busy, so she couldn’t back out now. In a flustered state, she turned her eyes away, gripping the steering wheel tightly. A thought suddenly crossed her mind, and she asked quietly, “Director Hart… are you on good terms with Lyla?”
The question slipped out before she could stop it. She recalled the receptionist’s gossip about Lyla visiting him and felt an uncomfortable knot form in her stomach. Does he have something to do with her?
Tony’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her, almost as though he could read her thoughts. Then, he gave a soft chuckle. “Why do you suddenly ask that?”
Myra’s cheeks flushed, embarrassed by her own question. What am I doing? Why do I even care? She quickly turned the key in the ignition. “Nothing, really. Just curious. It’s fine if you don’t want to answer.”
“Does it really not matter?” Tony asked, his tone low. He turned his attention to his phone, typing away quickly.
Myra felt a wave of irritation surge within her. Why do I feel like I shouldn’t have asked that? It’s his business, not mine. She stomped on the gas pedal, forcing herself to remain composed. “Yep, it really doesn’t.”
The faintest of smiles appeared on Tony’s face as he put his phone away. He glanced at her, noticing her change in demeanor. “She and I aren’t even considered friends,” he replied nonchalantly.
Myra blinked in surprise. “How can that be? I saw her coming to see you that day—”
Tony glanced away, hiding the amusement in his eyes. “She came to me to ask about the Sunny Bay project’s commercial endorsement deal. I told her I’d think about it.”
Myra felt a weight lift off her chest. So that’s what it was about. She let out an involuntary sigh of relief, feeling a bit lighter. Lyla and Tony have nothing to do with each other… She didn’t even realize she had been holding her breath.
Tony’s smile deepened, amused by her visible shift in mood. As he casually pulled out a cigarette and lit it, a small cloud of smoke curled up into the air. The sight of him smoking was strangely captivating, and Myra found herself staring at him for a moment before quickly snapping back to reality. What am I doing? She turned her head away, chiding herself inwardly.
The drive continued in silence until Myra finally pulled away from the Hart Group’s building. A few minutes later, Leo arrived in the silver-gray Bentley that Tony had claimed had broken down earlier. But there was no sign of his boss.
Leo checked his phone, receiving a text message: “You’re getting the night off.” He blinked in confusion. Did my boss hitch a ride with someone?
Back in the car, Tony was fiddling with his phone, seemingly having trouble with it. Myra watched him struggle with the app that Elliot had set up for him, an app he clearly wasn’t familiar with. When Elliot’s voice came through the phone asking, “Where are you, Tony?” Tony grew frustrated and looked up at Myra.
She reached out to take the phone from him. “Let me help,” she offered, and took control of the phone with ease, quickly responding to Elliot’s questions. After finishing, she handed it back to Tony.
He glanced at her, impressed by how she navigated the app so effortlessly. “I didn’t answer Elliot’s calls because I wanted to hear his voice a little longer,” he said nonchalantly, a half-truth to cover his embarrassment.
Myra stifled a laugh, feeling oddly comforted by the fact that even someone as composed as Tony had his weaknesses. So there are things Tony isn’t good at after all.