Chapter 158
“You!” Kris was furious after hearing Tilly’s words, her anger bubbling to the surface. Then, her eyes narrowed as she turned toward Tilly. “Tilly Quinn, don’t forget who helped you secure the position as the Design Department Director’s assistant!” She was bitter, realizing that Myra had now taken the lead in the Design Department.
Tilly feigned innocence. “So, you’re implying I’ve accepted Mr. Logan’s favor as well?”
Kris sneered, her face twisted with contempt. “You double-faced traitor! Knowing Myra would eventually become your superior, you started to ingratiate yourself with her! I’ll make you regret this!” With one last scornful glare, Kris stormed off.
Tilly exhaled, patting her chest in relief. “Phew. What a fierce woman! No wonder Mr. Hart asked me to help you, Miss Stark. That twisted face of hers made me think she was going to eat me alive!”
Myra casually glanced at Kris leaving, her expression indifferent. “She won’t eat you, but you should still be cautious of her.”
“Understood, Miss Stark.”
Tilly returned to her desk and amused herself with the gifts she had received. Meanwhile, Myra, now in her office, closed the door behind her. She wasn’t fazed by Kris’s insults; after all, Kris had always been difficult to deal with. But looking at the pile of gifts in her office, a smile tugged at her lips. The sight of those thoughtful items softened her heart. After a brief moment, she took out her phone and dialed Tony’s number.
Tony had just arrived at the Ritz Carlton when his phone rang. Leo had taken the laptop from his hands and was already organizing his documents. Seeing the caller ID, Tony’s stern expression softened, and a smile formed at the corners of his mouth as he answered, “Hello?”
Just hearing his voice through the phone made Myra’s heart flutter with a warmth she couldn’t quite describe. “Did you send these?” she asked, her voice soft.
“Yeah.” Tony didn’t elaborate further.
The thought of the thoughtful gifts stirred something sweet and complex inside her. Glancing around her office, she felt a wave of affection at how the items had brightened up the space. She picked up a file from her desk, a smile tugging at her lips. “I love it.”
Suddenly, Tony’s voice shifted, playful and suggestive. “So… can I do whatever I want tonight?”
Her face flushed, instantly recalling the events of the night before. Myra’s voice jumped an octave as she half-shouted, “Tony Hart!”
“If you shout any louder, I won’t bother sneaking around when I come to pick you up tonight,” he teased, his voice full of mischief.
Blushing even more, Myra bit her lip. “I’m going back to work now.”
“Okay, I’ll pick you up after work,” he replied, and they both hung up.
Leo, standing beside Tony, struggled to hold in his laughter. His face contorted with suppressed amusement. Tony shot him a cold glance. “I was going to give you a raise, but I think you can forget about it.”
Leo straightened up immediately, his expression serious. “No, Director Hart! I was only laughing because I remembered something ridiculous I did in the past…”
Tony’s sharp gaze silenced Leo. “Cancel the dinner tonight.”
Leo’s face fell. “Huh?” His boss’s glare was enough to make him drop everything. “Of course. It’ll be done immediately.” He turned to leave, frustrated. How many dinners had they canceled this month?
At the Ritz Carlton, Tony was soon led to Conan’s office. Conan had been waiting for him, seated on a brown leather sofa with a cane beside him. Two cups of steaming tea sat on the coffee table, and a small brown paper bag was placed between them. As Tony entered, Conan’s sharp eyes flicked open, observing Tony’s every move.
Tony stood in the doorway, his presence commanding attention. Dressed in a white shirt and black suit, his demeanor was as confident as ever. Conan gestured toward the sofa. “Come in and have a seat.”
Tony nodded and took a seat, his calm expression never faltering.
Conan studied him for a moment before speaking. “I believe you know why I called you here.”
Tony’s lips barely moved. “It’s only natural for me to come regardless of the reason you called, Mr. Engelhard.”
Conan smiled, a glint of understanding in his eyes. “I knew Myra would end up with you eventually. She’s simple-minded, stubborn, but she couldn’t escape this fate. It took her a while to realize it herself.” His words were accompanied by a knowing smile.
Tony’s expression remained unchanged, but something flickered in his eyes. “She is stubborn indeed.”
A soft, fond expression briefly appeared on Tony’s face as memories of his courtship with Myra crossed his mind.
Conan shook his head, almost ruefully. “You only show emotions when talking about her.” He paused, then his expression turned serious. “Don’t forget what you did to her in the past. I’ll ignore it for now because I want her to be happy. But be prepared for the day she learns the truth. And you’d better hand this document to her yourself.”
Conan pushed a document across the table toward Tony. His demeanor had shifted again, now one of urgency. “I didn’t want to trust you quickly. I gave Sean Chase two years, but he still failed me. Myra insisted on doing what she thought was right, but I couldn’t trust him—he was suspicious, hostile, and had another woman in his heart. Now, I can tell she’s stronger than I ever imagined. It’s because of this document and the Hilliville incident that I believe you are sincere toward her.”
Tony leaned forward, his gaze intense. “So, it’s true that Cameron Stark was not named as the heir of the Stark Group in the latest will?”
Conan nodded with a faint smile. “You got it right.”
Tony’s frown deepened. “Mr. Engelhard, is that all you called me here to discuss?”
“Of course not.” Conan’s tone darkened. “I have one more important matter to discuss. I hope you can help Myra get back the Stark Group.”
Tony’s gaze didn’t waver. He had already suspected as much. With the cunning of someone like Cameron, Myra stood no chance on her own. Conan wasn’t eager for a prolonged battle, which explained why he had held the information for so long.
“Help her…,” Tony repeated, his voice resolute.