Chapter 152
“Are you saying you want to take away the twenty percent I own of Stark Group?” Myra mocked.
“That’s right!” Kris exclaimed without hesitation. Her voice then dropped to a venomous whisper. “Don’t think I don’t know. Aside from the twenty percent you hold in Stark Group, you also have fifty percent of Chase Group’s property in Hilliville. And the Ritz Carlton… Myra, I’ve got to hand it to you—you’re something else! You even had that crazy, pitiful mother who abandoned you and then killed herself in the end.” Her eyes softened, almost as if she were pitying Myra, before she casually entered the elevator and let the doors close.
Myra clenched her fists, glaring at Kris. She could never forget the pain her mother endured in her final years before taking her life in the hospital. The bitter memories surged within her, but before she could say anything, the elevator doors slid open again, stopped by a slender hand.
The man who stepped in was unmistakable. Tony. His presence instantly filled the space, exuding an air of calm authority. His sharp features were softened by his black suit, which made him look even more commanding. In his left hand, he carried a plastic bag, and in his right, a cigarette. He entered the elevator without a word, exuding a silent confidence that seemed to fill every corner of the small space.
Myra’s heart skipped a beat. He was back, holding the items she had bought earlier—along with two pairs of pink men’s underwear, which seemed oddly out of place. Was he heading up to her apartment? Despite the confusion, she stole a quick glance at Kris, trying her best to mask the disdain she felt.
Kris, on the other hand, was clearly taken aback by Tony’s presence. His looks alone caught her attention, but it was his mannerisms—reserved, yet effortlessly powerful—that piqued her interest. She had a keen eye for status, and from just a glance, she could tell he was no one like Sean.
When he didn’t press a button for a floor, Kris took the opportunity to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, subtly showcasing her graceful neckline and collarbone. “Excuse me, which floor are you on?” she asked sweetly, her voice laced with charm as she attempted to press the button for him.
Tony barely acknowledged her, his gaze briefly meeting hers before shifting away, leaving her feeling a flicker of disdain. Kris was used to getting attention, but this time, something was different. Her smile faltered as she realized he wasn’t interested. She narrowed her eyes but forced a warmer expression. “I see we’re going to the same floor.”
No response.
Her pride was stung, but she was determined not to show it. Meanwhile, Myra couldn’t help but smirk inwardly at the scene. Kris was playing a game she knew all too well—one Tony wasn’t interested in.
Kris was quick to put on a mask of politeness, but Myra saw right through it. Her irritation mounted when she realized that Tony wasn’t pressing any other floor buttons, and the elevator was heading straight to the floor they both needed.
The bell chimed, indicating they had arrived. Kris stepped out first, but when Myra followed, she froze in place. Tony was stepping out too. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she saw him walk past her apartment door and continue down the hallway. He paused at the door next door, pulled out a key, and unlocked it.
Myra stared at the door as he entered, her mind racing. The weight in her chest lifted slightly as she exhaled, realizing he wasn’t going to her apartment. Kris, of course, was quick to mock.
“Tsk!” Kris sneered. “Myra, just divorced, and now you’re interested in another man already? You really are shameless.”
Myra’s voice was calm as she replied, “Really? At least I don’t try to impress people by asking them which floor they’re on in an elevator.”
She couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched Kris’ expression sour. Myra took out her keys, ready to unlock her door, when Kris spoke again.
“You really think you’re clever, don’t you? You’ve had this planned all along—to return to Stark Group and take everything you can from us!” Kris hissed.
Myra’s lips curled into a thin smile. “Yes, I’ve planned to return to the Stark Group. After everything you’ve thrown at me today, why wouldn’t I? But I won’t stop there. I plan to take more.”
Kris was visibly agitated. “What are you talking about? Father will never give you his assets!”
Myra opened her door without another word, but Kris wasn’t finished. She moved to follow Myra inside, but Myra quickly turned to block her.
“Stay out,” Myra said coldly.
The door shut in Kris’ face, and Myra could hear her muttering angrily outside. But she wasn’t concerned. Let Kris seethe—Myra had much bigger plans now.