No one bothered about Elliot anymore, for Philip had already opened the private room door, and the woman standing outside was indeed Myra. She was still wearing an OL outfit from Chanel, the contrast of the light gray fabric against her fair skin giving her a gentle and comfortable feeling. Her long hair was tied back, baring her slender and delicate neck, while there was faint makeup on her exquisite face. It was just right, neither too plain nor too outstanding.
Upon seeing Philip, she was stunned for a moment before she murmured in mild embarrassment, “I’m sorry. I think I got the wrong room.”
Just when she was about to turn around, Philip chuckled lightly. “You must be Miss Stark, yes? Director Hart is indeed in this room, so do come in.”
Myra halted, finally remembering that she’d once seen the man in front of her. That time, he gave me a hand during the Hart Family’s banquet. Thus, she looked over his shoulder into the room. Smoke lingered in the room, but it didn’t obstruct her vision. Even in a crowd of equally outstanding men, Tony Hart is still identifiable at a single glance!
Philip flashed her a smile before pivoting and walking back in.
With the black jacket in hand, Myra hesitated for a moment. Then, she trailed behind him.
Tony was sitting close to the back. At this time, Lucas had already stood up and nonchalantly ambled over to the window with both hands in his pockets. He opened the window, yet his gaze traveled back every so often.
Coming to a stop near Lucas’ seat, Myra handed the black jacket to Tony. “Director Hart, this is the jacket you left at the construction site today. David asked me to bring it here and give it to you.” Her voice was just like her person, exceedingly gentle.
Elliot eagerly glanced at her several times. I initially suspected her motives, but after understanding Tony’s ‘motives,’ I think hers simply pale in significance and aren’t even worth mentioning! “M… Miss Stark.” He stifled his original address of ‘Mrs. Hart’ even as his brain whirred. Out of the blue, he fawningly moved over and took the jacket from her. “Do you play poker, Miss Stark?”
Myra recognized the man before her. When I went to Hart Group once, I bumped into him on Tony Hart’s floor. Hence, she knew that he was Young Master Elliot. Looks like he’s a good friend of his. As she stared at the poker table in front of her, she honestly shook her head. “No.”
“It doesn’t matter!” Clapping his hands, Elliot guffawed. “Tony is good at poker, so he can teach you later.”
Myra shifted her gaze to Tony awkwardly. Ever since she came in, he hadn’t said a single word, his face as expressionless as ever, and he wasn’t looking at her at this time. Thus, she shook her head at Elliot in mortification. “I’m sorry, but you all go on, Young Master Elliot. I’m just here to deliver the jacket tonight, so I’ll be leaving after doing so.”
“Why are you in such a hurry to leave when you’re already here, Miss Stark?” Elliot spared no effort in persuading her to stay. Then, he even tugged on her arm to seat her right beside Tony, but Tony’s glacial gaze suddenly shot to Myra’s arm which he held. His heart jolting, he instinctively released his hold on her even as he inwardly exclaimed, I’m dead!
Failing to react in time, Myra abruptly tumbled in the direction of his reaction force and toppled right into Tony’s lap.
Time seemed to come to a standstill at this moment. Even the expression of the most imperturbable Lucas a near distance away changed slightly.
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