Chapter 102
Chapter Title: The Betrayal Unfolds
Myra’s voice was barely above a whisper as she muttered the word “hospital,” the tone awkward, as if she didn’t want the man in front of her to hear.
“What happened? It’s an emergency! Myra, hurry over to Chase Group and tell Sean that I’m on my way back from Springdale City. I’m getting off the freeway soon and I’ll be stopping by Chase Group,” Eve’s voice was laced with urgency.
Myra’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Is it because of what happened at the construction site last night?”
“No, not that,” Eve snapped. “Did you look at the stock market today? Chase Group’s financial stocks dropped by 7 percent! It’s still falling. And don’t even get me started on the Hilliville Project—confidential information was stolen, and the funding is in chaos. How could you not know about this?”
Myra blinked in shock. How had such a small issue escalated so quickly into a crisis?
“What on earth happened? How did the top-secret information get stolen?” she asked, her voice trembling with confusion.
Her attempt to stand up made her head spin, and she nearly collapsed. But before she could fall, a pair of hands reached out and steadied her.
She looked up to meet Tony’s gaze. His expression was cold, detached—just like always—but it only made her feel more flustered. She quickly looked away, reminded of the reality that she was still married to him—for now. She was in no position to entertain these distractions.
“Are you okay?” Tony asked, his voice low and neutral.
She said nothing, but the conversation with Eve still echoed in her mind.
“Myra…” Eve’s voice broke through the silence again. “I heard from Sean that the confidential information might have been linked to you. You should head to Chase Group and talk to him.”
Myra’s heart sank as the pieces started to fall into place. Had she been implicated? She couldn’t understand how or why, but it felt like everything was slipping from her grasp. She had no answers, and she wasn’t sure who was playing her or who was trying to cover their tracks.
“Don’t you dare blame me for something I didn’t do,” she muttered under her breath.
She grabbed her things and headed out of Tony’s office without a word.
Once outside, Myra hailed a cab and rushed to Chase Group. The ride was frantic, the driver pushing the car past its limits. Less than an hour later, she arrived at the building. The moment she stepped inside, it hit her. The atmosphere was suffocating. Whispers echoed in the halls, and the looks directed at her were sharp and full of judgment.
“Look at her—she’s a corporate spy. I bet she stole the Sunny Bay Project from Hart Group,” one voice murmured.
“I heard she’s been two-timing Director Chase with Director Hart! How shameless!” another added, followed by a series of hushed laughter.
Myra’s lips twitched into a bitter smirk. The company she had once given everything for now turned its back on her. They didn’t care about her loyalty, her years of hard work. It was just one betrayal after another.
She ignored the whispers, stepping into the elevator. The doors slid shut, and as the elevator ascended, her mind raced with questions she didn’t have answers to. What had really happened? Who was responsible for stealing the information? And why was she being dragged into it?
When the doors opened on the 48th floor, Myra was met with an eerie quiet. Everyone in Sean’s office was gathered—managers, assistants, even secretaries. It was a rare sight to see the entire department in one place, and it only confirmed that something serious was going on.
Myra entered the office, still clad in office attire. It wasn’t the outfit she had worn the night before, but someone had changed her clothes while she was unconscious. She felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her, but she forced herself to focus.
Sean’s gaze fell on her immediately. His eyes hardened as he took in her swollen cheek and the bandages on her forehead. Without a word, he flung a document in her direction. It struck her head with a dull thud. She didn’t flinch.
“Look at the mess you’ve made!” he barked.
Her body tensed, but she said nothing. This wasn’t the first time she’d been humiliated by him. The bitterness she had learned to suppress over the years bubbled to the surface.
As the room simmered in tension, Richard, the Design Department Director, spoke. “Since Miss Stark is here, we can now discuss the leakage of private company information by Miss Stark, the leader of Team A in the Design Department—”
Myra’s voice cut through his words. “Shouldn’t we first discuss what happened to me last night?”
She looked around at the room full of people—those who had all ignored her desperate calls when she was in danger. She had called every one of them, but none had answered.
“There was a riot at the construction site last night,” she said, her voice calm yet cutting. “I’d really like to know… why did none of you pick up my calls?”
The room fell silent.
Finally, the Design Department Director responded dryly, “Miss Stark, we’re discussing the fact that you leaked our company’s private information, not some insignificant construction site riot.”
Myra’s gaze sharpened, and her words were cold. “In other words, you’re saying it’s my fault that I got beaten up because of the company, Mr. Xavier? Is that it?”
Her eyes then moved to Sean, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Or is this how Director Chase prefers his employees to act?”
Sean’s face darkened at her words. The tension in the room thickened as everyone waited for his response.