Chapter 159
Old Master Stark had entrusted his will to Conan, intending for it to be revealed at the right moment.
Tony’s sharp gaze narrowed slightly. “She told me she wants to take on the Stark Group herself, to see if she can make it.”
“Of course. She should try,” Conan said with a knowing smile, his eyes studying Tony. “But I also know you won’t just sit back and let her do this alone.”
Tony didn’t take offense at Conan’s insight into his feelings. “So?”
“So…” Conan shrugged nonchalantly. “This is the second condition I have before allowing you to marry Myra on behalf of her grandfather and her mother.” He raised a brow. “The first is that Myra must love you.”
“Is there a third condition?” Tony asked, his frown deepening.
“Of course.” Conan’s expression became more serious. “I don’t want her to get bullied, no matter where the problems come from. So, there are still a lot of issues to deal with.”
Tony nodded, understanding what Conan meant. “It seems like I won’t be proposing anytime soon.”
“If you can resolve these things quickly, then maybe.” Conan walked toward the window, leaning on his cane and glancing at the cactus on the windowsill. “Take care of her. She’s been through a lot.”
Tony’s voice softened, a trace of emotion in his usually stoic demeanor. “I’m not doing this just because of her past suffering.” After a pause, he added, “Thank you for looking out for her all these years.” With that, he turned and left the office, not waiting for a reply.
Conan let out a deep sigh as he gazed out the window, the weight of the moment settling over him.
By 6 PM, Myra had finally gotten a clear understanding of the Elsinore Garden Project. Noticing the time, she realized she was a little hungry. She unwrapped a piece of chocolate and popped it into her mouth, smiling at the thought of returning to work. She was the kind of person who felt restless when idle—her entire demeanor brightened when she had something to focus on.
Just then, she received a voice message on Messenger. “Waiting downstairs.”
Her heart skipped a beat at the message. After quickly saying her goodbyes to Tilly, she freshened up under Tilly’s teasing gaze before heading toward the elevator. As she approached, another elevator arrived at the same time, but she didn’t notice the presence of Kris, who was following her with a grim look on her face.
Myra walked briskly, flashing smiles to everyone she passed. It was the unmistakable trait of a woman in love, making Kris’ blood boil with jealousy as she followed her. Myra walked out of Stark Tower, her black Maybach waiting for her just ahead.
From a distance, Kris noticed a tall man emerging from the driver’s seat. She couldn’t see his face clearly but observed him walking to the passenger side to open the door for Myra. She narrowed her eyes and hurried over, grabbing the man’s arm as she demanded, “Let me see who this mysterious boyfriend of yours is, Myra!”
The man furrowed his brow and turned around, revealing a square, ordinary face. Despite his humble appearance, it was clear he wasn’t the owner of the car. He looked at Kris with mild annoyance but calmly said, “Excuse me, miss. I’m not Miss Myra’s boyfriend. I’m just the boss’s chauffeur.”
Kris’ face shifted, and she quickly released his arm. “Who is your boss?” she asked, casting a glance at Myra, who was clearly uninterested in her. The contempt in Myra’s eyes only intensified Kris’ frustration. I will expose her lies, she thought.
The man gave her a brief, sideways glance. “I’m afraid you don’t have the right to know who my boss is.” With that, he stepped aside, making a polite gesture for Myra to get into the car.
Myra smiled at her dog, Meow, who was looking up at her from the back seat, before opening the door herself and climbing in. As soon as she sat, Meow jumped into her lap, cuddling up to her.
The chauffeur nodded respectfully and started the engine. Kris stood there, a seething ball of frustration, watching the car pull away.
Inside the car, the chauffeur spoke to Myra. “Miss Stark, Director Hart had a business meeting at the Ritz Carlton this afternoon. He asked me to pick you up and take you there directly.”
So that’s why he didn’t come himself, Myra thought. Kris must have seen the chauffeur, but not Tony. She chuckled, petting Meow’s head as they drove toward the Ritz Carlton.
Tony was already waiting outside. Dressed in a black suit, he looked colder than usual. He stood with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, as he stared into the distance. Two hotel staff stood nervously behind him, awaiting his command. Tony seemed lost in thought, his sharp gaze focused.
As Myra’s car approached, the chauffeur automatically stepped out but left the key in the ignition. Tony extinguished his cigarette as he entered the car, and his eyes flicked from Myra in the back seat to the empty passenger seat beside him. Myra understood immediately but hesitated. She couldn’t leave Meow alone, but Tony’s gaze was so intense, she couldn’t ignore it.
In the end, she decided to sit beside him, leaving Meow in the back. As soon as the car door shut, Tony pulled her into his arms. He hadn’t seen her all day, and the moment they were alone, he couldn’t resist the urge to hold her close.
Her face flushed from the kiss, and after a long moment, he pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. “Come with me to the Hart Residence tonight.”
Myra froze, her heart skipping. “Is that okay? Your grandparents didn’t even invite me over…”
Tony glanced at her, his voice gentler now. “I’ve already informed my family. Shawn will be back too. Only Serena, Henry, and Mrs. Somerfields will be there. So don’t be nervous.”
Myra remained silent, though it was clear she was anxious. She hadn’t expected her first visit to the Hart Residence as Tony’s girlfriend to happen so suddenly, and without even the chance to change out of her office clothes.