She wondered what would happen this time.
This time, Tony would no longer be there for her. After all, she was the one who rejected his advances.
As these thoughts ran wild in her mind, Myra felt a sense of despair that coursed through her veins. At this point, she couldn’t quite move her body, and it felt as stiff as a board.
“Miss Stark, why don’t you give Mr. Chase a call? You should get him to arrange for a lawyer or to come over and post bail as soon as possible,” reminded a young female cop. She had a look of pity on her face as she saw Myra’s expressionless face.
Shortly after that, she shoved a cell phone into Myra’s hands.
Myra sat there staring blankly at the phone in her hands. Sean is probably the last person on earth I would call. What a joke.
It was quite likely that he would hang up on her if she made that call. Moreover, it was wishful of her to expect him to post bail or even arrange for her a lawyer.
But then, who else can I seek help from now?
At that thought, Myra closed her eyelids and dialed the numbers in her mind. The phone rang a few times before it was finally picked up.
“Hello, may I know who’s on the line?”
As soon as she heard that familiar weathered voice, Myra could no longer control her tears as she sobbed. “Mr. Engelhard, I need some help!”
It was only twenty minutes after she ended the phone call. Time seemed to trickle by fairly slowly.
Myra was placed in a temporary lock-up cell. There were two others on her right and left. Apparently, one of them was in for manslaughter and the other one was in here for dealing drugs.
At that moment, she sat forlornly in the middle of the cell. Her arms were wrapped around herself in a fetal position and she had her head buried in her knees.
It was bitterly cold in here. Although it was the middle of summer, all she could feel were the chills deep within her.
Suddenly, she heard someone calling out her name.
“Myra Stark, someone’s here to bail you out!”
Is it Mr. Engelhard? Myra raised her head gradually and squinted her eyes as she walked toward the cell door.
She could see that there was a group of people rushing toward her. As they came nearer, she saw that there was a guy flanked by the rest of the people. At the same time, she heard someone say, “Director Hart, what’s the matter? There’s no need for you to come all the way here personally! You could have just given us instructions through Deputy Mayor Hart. We would gladly send over the person that you’re after.”
Director Hart… Myra seemed to have fallen into a trance when she heard that form of address. Is it him? Tony?
Suddenly, someone turned on the lights to the cell. The whole room lit up immediately and there was a ray of light that shone brightly toward her.
The light was too harsh for Myra’s eyes and she squinted in response. Then, she raised her head and tried to figure out where the voices were coming from. All she could see from her angle were a bunch of people dressed impeccably, and each and every one of them had a stern look on their faces. As they neared her, she finally saw the man flanked in the middle.
He strode over to her purposefully and swooped in like a guardian angel.
That man was dressed immaculately in a well-pressed suit, and this was a stark contrast to the dingy room she was in right now. His features remained the same and it was as perfect as before. However, he had a heavy scowl on his face; his eyes were cold with fury, and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. As he strode toward the cell door, his shiny leather shoes brushed against the floor. Everyone in the vicinity was clearly intimidated by his stance.
With trepidation, Captain Fowler stood next to Tony. Noticing Tony’s uncontrollable fury as he saw the woman in front of him, Captain Fowler immediately signaled to the person next to him. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and unlock the door!”
At this point, Myra could clearly see who was in front of her. She finally saw who was the one that came here to rescue her.
Just then, she started shivering uncontrollably. At first, it was just a slight tremble, but then, it got to a point where she couldn’t control herself.
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