Chapter 191: A Tempest of Tension
Sebastian’s face flushed with anger. His little grandson had always been rebellious, and he couldn’t help but regret sending him to the United States all those years ago. All Tony had learned there were bad habits. How could a young man be so depraved? The sun was still shining, yet here he was, standing in front of the villa, furious and defeated.
“If you don’t open this door, I’ll just call Myra!” Sebastian threatened, holding up his phone like it was a weapon. In truth, he wasn’t even sure how to reach her. The only way he had to contact Myra was through Facebook, and even then, she hadn’t replied to his message. He had tried calling Tony, but his grandson’s phone had been turned off. Kris’ words about seeing Tony and Myra earlier only made him more determined to get inside.
Tony, however, was less than impressed. He narrowed his eyes as he met his grandfather’s furious gaze. A heavy silence hung between them, the tension thick enough to cut. Finally, Tony slipped his hand into his pocket, an amused smile playing on his lips. “I’ll let you in, but just this once. Consider it a repayment for Hilliville,” he said with an exaggerated drawl.
Sebastian’s blood boiled at the mention of Hilliville. “You ungrateful little brat! You think inviting me in for a meal is payment for something worth billions?!” He cursed inwardly, but outwardly, he resisted the urge to throw his grandson over his shoulder. Tony, however, didn’t flinch. His eyes held a playful defiance as he finally opened the gate, and with a mock bow, gestured for Sebastian to enter.
Sebastian stormed past him, still muttering curses under his breath. “At least you’re still willing to feed me,” he grumbled. The gate slammed shut behind him, and Kris, who had been pretending to follow Sebastian inside, was momentarily halted when it closed. She quickly regained her composure and forced a smile.
“Director Hart, I’m here to discuss the Elsinore Garden Project with you. And…” she trailed off, her voice betraying a hint of frustration as she considered how to proceed. The look she had seen in Sebastian’s eyes when he mentioned Myra made her uneasy. It was clear: Tony was serious about Myra, and she wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away.
Tony barely acknowledged her, the affection he displayed when he mentioned Myra sending a jolt of envy through her. “You can look at her from here,” he said, dismissing Kris as he turned to enter the house.
Kris stood frozen for a moment, her anger bubbling beneath the surface. The bitterness inside her grew like a storm cloud. Tony’s obvious affection for Myra only made things worse. She clenched her fists, her heart pounding with a sense of impending defeat. Myra had clearly won, both in business and in love, and Kris couldn’t shake the feeling that Tony was the key to her success.
Inside, Sebastian’s frustration only intensified. Standing in the garage, he was too irritated to go any further. Tony, with his usual air of indifference, passed him by, entering the house without a second glance. Myra, who had heard their exchange from inside the car, finally emerged, her legs still aching from the cramps. Tony, always the gentleman, swept her up in his arms, and she couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions—irritation mixed with a strange affection.
Her anger, however, flared when she saw her grandfather’s familiar face. “Are you happy now, Tony Hart?” she snapped, biting his chin in frustration.
“Satisfied? Do you think I’m satisfied with just that?” Tony quipped, his voice teasing as he held her tight, completely unphased by her outburst.
“Grandpa will be more satisfied when you produce great-grandchildren for him,” he teased, his smirk making her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“I’m going to kill you, Tony Hart!” she hissed, pinching his arm in frustration, though the pain was no match for the firmness of his muscles. She buried her face in his chest, trying to escape the embarrassment. It wasn’t until they reached the villa that she reluctantly pulled away, seeing Sebastian standing there, a look of disapproval etched on his face.
“Old Master Hart…” Myra called out, her voice almost apologetic.
Sebastian merely grunted, walking toward the villa without acknowledging her. But just as he turned to go inside, Tony spoke up. “The ingredients are in the trunk. If you want lunch, bring them inside yourself,” he said dismissively, brushing past his grandfather as if he were an inconvenience.
Sebastian’s rage flared again, but he bit back his anger. After a tense moment, he grabbed the bags of groceries from the trunk, his hands trembling with frustration.
Inside the kitchen, Myra was already sorting the groceries, trying to focus on anything other than the tension between Tony and his grandfather. Tony strolled in, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he glanced at Sebastian with a cool demeanor. “Cook some rice and spinach. That’ll do for lunch.”
Sebastian nearly exploded. “Spinach? You know I can’t stand that stuff!”
“You can eat it or leave,” Tony shot back, his tone aloof and unbothered.
Sebastian was about to lose his composure again, but Myra, already at her limit, shot them both a glare. “Out of the kitchen, both of you!” she ordered, pushing the two men away with her own brand of fiery resolve.
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he grumbled under his breath. “Look at the temper on the woman you chose, Tony Hart,” he muttered, shaking his head as he stalked off toward the dining area.
The air in the house felt thick with the tension between the three of them, a battle of wills that was far from over.