Chapter 105
Chapter Title: The Meeting at Wilson Golf Club
Sean had never seen this side of Myra before. As her calm and resolute demeanor cut through the tension in the room, an unexpected feeling tugged at his chest—a strange sort of pity. But he quickly shut it down, reminding himself that she was the same woman who had recently revealed her true intentions. He couldn’t afford to feel sorry for her. No, she was wicked, deceitful—how could he possibly sympathize with someone like that?
“So you’re not admitting to what you’ve done?” Sean’s expression remained as unmoving as a still pond, his eyes cold and distant. “Make the police report if you want. Whatever it is, I’ll never admit to something I didn’t do. Never.”
Myra didn’t respond. Instead, she turned away, her heels clicking against the floor as she marched toward the door. She didn’t want to be in this place a second longer. The elevator dinged as it stopped on her floor, and the doors opened to reveal Eve, rushing out in a flurry.
Before Eve could even make out who was standing there, Myra quickly stepped inside and pressed the button, effectively shutting herself off from the world. By the time Eve realized what had just happened, the elevator doors had already closed, and the lift was speeding downward.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was thick with unease. Everyone stood in silence, exchanging looks of confusion and discomfort. Eve, who had caught a fleeting glimpse of a woman standing next to her son, Lyla, immediately understood what had transpired.
Without hesitation, she walked over to Lyla and slapped her across the face.
Lyla staggered back in shock, her plans to make Eve aware of the situation thwarted by Myra’s sudden departure. She had intended to let Eve discover the full extent of the trouble Myra had caused, but now Myra had left without even giving her a chance.
“What are you doing, Mom?!” Sean’s voice dropped in shock, his anger now focused on his mother.
Eve shot him a murderous look, her fury building. “What the hell is she doing here, Sean?” She couldn’t hold back the disdain in her voice. “You bring home a tramp like this—no wonder you’re having problems with Myra! If it weren’t for this woman causing trouble, you wouldn’t be so stubborn about everything. And now this breach of our company’s private information? It has to be her doing as well!”
Sean’s face darkened. “Mom, don’t… You don’t understand—”
“Understand?!” Eve interjected, her voice dripping with venom. “This is the woman who’s been poisoning everything! Do you think she’s innocent in all this? No, she’s the one causing the rift between you and Myra!”
Meanwhile, on the ground floor, Tilly had spotted Myra exiting the elevator. Concern flooded her features as she rushed over, her eyes scanning Myra’s face for signs of distress.
“What’s wrong, Miss Stark? Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.
Tilly had been kidnapped by construction workers the night before and had given her statement to the police. After hearing about the commotion back at the office, she had rushed over to make sure Myra was all right, especially since she had been caught in the mess surrounding the construction site.
However, what she didn’t expect was the revelation that Myra was married to the Director of their company. That bit of information stunned her, and as she thought about the circulating photo, she began to piece things together.
“I’m fine,” Myra responded, her voice betraying none of the turmoil inside her. She forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I didn’t do any of the things they’re accusing me of. So I’m not afraid of their accusations.”
Despite her calm words, Tilly could sense that Myra was far from fine. Something deeper was troubling her.
“Are you sure? About the construction site…” Tilly’s voice trailed off as she hesitated, unsure if Myra wanted to talk. “Did you tell them the truth?”
Myra shook her head, her thoughts racing. “Would anyone believe me?” she asked bitterly. “The evidence against me is solid—there’s even a photo. How could I convince them otherwise?”
Tilly looked at Myra with concern. “I’m sorry, Miss Stark. But if you want to talk, I’m here. I’ll make sure you get heard.”
Myra nodded, but her face remained drawn. “I’m not feeling well right now. My head’s all over the place. I need some time alone.”
Tilly didn’t argue. “Alright. Take care of yourself, Miss Stark. I’ll let you know if anything changes here.”
As Myra entered the elevator, Tilly watched her leave with a heavy heart. Once the doors closed, she rushed to a corner and dialed a number on her phone. It only rang once before a voice answered.
“Director Hart…”
Myra’s mind was a blur as she stepped out of Chase Headquarters. The accusations and the cold glares followed her, but strangely, she didn’t care. If she spent her life dwelling on every cruel word and judgmental stare, she would never be free.
As she stood at the entrance of the building, looking back at the place that had been her second home for the past two years, she realized with a strange finality that it felt distant—foreign, even. This might be the last time she would walk out of those doors.
Her phone buzzed in her hand, snapping her from her thoughts. Without thinking, she dialed the number that had been on her mind all day.
Tony Hart’s number.
If the confidential documents had truly been leaked to Hart Group, then perhaps he could help clear her name. He could testify, and she could be free of the accusations that hung over her like a storm cloud. But would Tony even be willing to help? To do so would put Hart Group in serious jeopardy, and Myra couldn’t shake the feeling that doing so would be asking too much.
Her finger hovered over the screen, unsure, but before she could reconsider, the call went through. As the phone rang, she suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over her. The impulse to hang up was overwhelming, but her finger wouldn’t obey. The ringing stopped, replaced by Tony’s deep voice.
“Myra?” His voice was smooth and familiar, instantly putting her on edge.
She froze, her throat tightening. She had been calm earlier when facing the crowd’s accusations, but now, hearing his voice, everything shifted.
“Thank you,” she said quickly, barely more than a whisper.
There was a pause on the other end, a hint of surprise in his voice. “For yesterday?”
Myra nodded to herself, her heart pounding. “Yes,” she said, her voice more sure now.
The silence lingered before Tony spoke again, his tone colder than before. “Sure.”
Myra’s fingers tightened around the phone as she hesitated, unsure if she should hang up. But before she could, the words spilled out.
“Do you have time, Director Hart? I… I want to see you.”
There was a long pause, and Myra could almost hear him consider it. Finally, his voice broke the silence.
“Meet me at Wilson Golf Club.”
Before she could respond, the call ended with a soft beep.
Myra stood still for a moment, phone still in hand. Her heart raced in her chest. She hadn’t expected this. Without thinking twice, she hailed a taxi and headed to the golf club.
When she arrived, she quickly found her way through the busy crowd, guided by an employee to where Tony was. He was standing tall, his white golfing attire accentuating his lean figure as he took his shot. The ball flew through the air, landing effortlessly in the hole.
Around him, people cheered and congratulated him, but Tony’s expression remained unreadable—distant, unfazed by the attention.
As Myra watched from a distance, she realized she wasn’t sure what to expect from this meeting, but she knew that everything had changed.