Chapter 155
Myra stood still as the Maybach drove away, adjusting her clothes in a calm, collected manner. When she turned around, her eyes met Kris’s, who was staring at her with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
“Whose car did you just get out of?” Kris demanded.
Myra shot Kris a cold glance but didn’t say a word as she walked past her, heading for the Stark Tower.
“Stop!” Kris shouted, hurrying after Myra and grabbing her arm tightly. “I asked you, whose car did you get out of?”
When Kris had stepped out of the building, she had seen the black Maybach parked in front. It was the latest model, and she had initially thought it belonged to one of the company’s big shots here for business. But when she saw Myra emerging from the car with a shy smile, her suspicions grew. Moreover, she noticed a tall man sitting in the driver’s seat—though she couldn’t make out his face.
Didn’t Myra just get divorced? How could she have already found another rich man? Could it be Sean? She thought, but then immediately dismissed the idea. Myra wouldn’t show that kind of shy smile to anyone but him.
A flash of repulsion crossed Myra’s eyes as Kris grabbed her arm, and with an icy tone, she said, “Whose car I came out of has nothing to do with you.”
“You!” Kris was taken aback for a moment, but her anger quickly returned. She furiously grabbed Myra again, but Myra wrenched herself free and walked inside without waiting for Kris to respond.
Kris’s anger flared, but as they entered the Stark Group building, the receptionist immediately stood up. She was about to ask if Myra had an appointment when she saw who it was and quickly shut her mouth in shock. Myra breezed past her, heading straight for the elevator.
Kris, seething with frustration, snapped at the receptionist, “Why didn’t you stop her? You should be asking everyone if they have an appointment before letting them through!”
The receptionist trembled as she stammered, “But… she’s the Young Lady of the Stark Family, and President Stark’s—”
She was about to reveal Myra’s identity when she caught the hostile look Kris was giving her.
When Kris heard the receptionist’s words, her rage intensified. She glared hatefully at the woman before hurrying toward the elevator.
As the elevator doors opened, Myra stepped inside, her face as indifferent as ever. Kris quickly followed, pressing the button for the floor where Cameron’s office was.
Kris couldn’t help herself. She sneered at Myra, “Aren’t you something? You just got divorced, and now you’re already looking to hook up with another rich man! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. You’re trying to use him to fight for the Stark Group’s assets, aren’t you? Well, I’m telling you right now: it’s not going to happen. My mom’s pregnant with my brother. Once he’s born, do you think Dad will give the Stark Group to you? Not a chance.”
“I don’t know who will inherit the company,” Myra responded indifferently, “but it certainly won’t be you.”
Kris’s face stiffened. She had always used her position within the Stark Group to her advantage, but now that Myra was back, she could feel her control slipping.
Kris’s lips curled into a sneer. “You won’t inherit it either. You’re no different from me. In the end, you’ll just be married off to someone else.” A malicious smile tugged at her lips. “I’ll be married off to another family. But you? You’ll be someone else’s second choice.”
Myra’s frown deepened in response, but she didn’t say anything.
Kris thought she had finally hit Myra’s sore spot, and her grin widened. “How dare you try to fight for the Stark Group’s assets when you’re just a discarded woman? Don’t make a fool of yourself. If you keep going, you’ll just be a joke to everyone.”
“If you know I won’t win in the end, then why are you so worried about it?” Myra turned to Kris, her eyes sharp. “Could it be that you’re scared I might actually succeed?”
Kris felt a shiver run down her spine at Myra’s calm, unflinching gaze. Her fists clenched at her sides. She had always despised Myra’s nonchalant arrogance. No matter what, Myra always seemed to come out on top. Even now, as she tried to take everything from Myra, she couldn’t get any reaction from her—no desperation, no pleading. Myra had always been the one who walked away with everything.
“Myra, you’re not going to win,” Kris spat, though there was a slight crack in her voice. As the elevator reached the correct floor, she shot one last contemptuous glance at Myra before stepping out.
Myra, on the other hand, felt a deep, unsettling discomfort gnaw at her. Kris had mentioned something that made her pause—about Cameron planning to give shares of the Stark Group to Rachel and Kris’s unborn son. Myra couldn’t shake the thought. Cameron was planning to give 20% of the company to them?
Her fists clenched, but she tried to shake off the feeling. Rachel was in her forties and was having a high-risk pregnancy, and the child was only a few months along—there was no way to tell the baby’s gender yet. Myra suspected that Kris was only using the idea of a son to make the pregnancy sound more important. But no matter what happened, Myra was determined that the inheritance that was rightfully hers would not be reduced.
Still, Kris’s words lingered in her mind.
As Myra arrived at her father’s office, her thoughts were scattered. She pushed the old memories of her once-happy childhood aside as she stepped into the familiar office.
But the moment she entered, she froze. There, standing next to Cameron, was Kris, holding her phone in one hand. It was facing Cameron’s direction, and Myra could hear the soft, gentle voice of a woman on the other end.
“Cameron, the baby is being so good today. He didn’t kick up a fuss. Mrs. Fletcher made me some creamy sweet potato and chicken soup today, and I finished it all. I’m feeling a little full now…”
Both Cameron and Kris turned in surprise when Myra entered. Cameron’s frown deepened as he glanced at Kris, his eyes narrowing slightly. Kris’s heart skipped a beat.
She quickly spoke into the phone, “Mom, Myra’s here. Let’s end the call for now. When Dad’s not so busy, we’ll call again, okay?”