Chapter 95
The inkstone flew through the air, but Tony didn’t even flinch. With a sharp movement, he dodged it effortlessly, his icy gaze fixed on his grandfather. The room was thick with tension as Sebastian stood there, seething with rage. His hands trembled with fury, but he still managed to maintain some semblance of composure.
“You’re unbelievable, Tony,” Sebastian spat, his voice low and filled with disdain. “What has gotten into you? Just because you’ve achieved a little success doesn’t mean you can act like this!”
Tony’s lips curled into a cold, emotionless smile. “I need the money, and I need it now. There’s no time for your anger games, Old Man.” His voice was as sharp as ever, betraying no emotion other than the hard edge of determination.
Sebastian’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he clenched his fists, fighting to contain his wrath. “You really think you can manipulate me like this? All you care about is what you want, regardless of the consequences.”
Tony didn’t move, his stance unyielding. “You wanted me to settle down, didn’t you? So why don’t you help me do that? The money is necessary if I am to make it work. You can help, or you can continue to throw tantrums. It’s up to you.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he studied Tony, weighing the situation. The young man before him had grown bolder, more demanding, and far more ruthless over the years. He had always been proud, but this… this was a level of arrogance Sebastian hadn’t expected.
“You think this is about your marriage?” Sebastian’s voice dropped, almost a whisper, but every word was dripping with contempt. “You’re nothing but a spoiled child thinking that throwing money at problems will solve them. You’re not ready for this, Tony. You never will be.”
For a moment, the silence hung between them, thick and suffocating. Tony stared his grandfather down, unyielding. “I’m ready. I’ve always been ready. I won’t back down on this.” He stepped closer, closing the distance between them, not showing an ounce of hesitation.
Sebastian gritted his teeth, his old, weary eyes narrowing as he realized there was no talking sense into Tony. The boy had made up his mind. “Fine,” he snapped. “I’ll give you what you want. But don’t expect me to tolerate this behavior much longer.”
Tony nodded, his expression unchanged. “Thank you.” The words were curt, but they carried the weight of finality.
As he turned to leave, Sebastian watched him go, his anger simmering just below the surface. He had been so sure that Tony would learn, would change, but it seemed he had only grown more determined in his quest for control. With a deep sigh, Sebastian sat back down, his hand gripping the edge of the desk as if he were holding onto his last shred of patience.
Meanwhile, Myra drove in silence, the city lights blurring past her as she fought to push the thoughts of Tony from her mind. Her chest ached with confusion and indecision. He had come on too strong tonight—too intense, too demanding—and yet, there had been moments when his tenderness had almost broken through her resolve.
But no. She couldn’t let herself fall for someone like him. She had been down that road before, and it only led to pain. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, each one crashing into the next, and she couldn’t seem to quiet the storm inside her.
She arrived at the apartment, parked the car, and stepped out, her steps heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. The night felt colder than it had when she first left Zion Club. With a deep breath, she headed inside, determined to put the events of the night behind her—if only for a little while.
But as she stood in the quiet of her apartment, Tony’s words lingered in her mind. “I want you to be my woman.” The words echoed in her ears, leaving her heart in turmoil. Was it possible that she could truly be his? Or was she destined to keep running from a man who seemed determined to chase her down?