Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 133

“What do you mean by ‘fine’? A man like Tony has seen all sorts of women. Do you think that you will be able to turn him on just by standing before him?” Estelle tossed the chip in her hand away and she continued in a stern manner. “Let me tell you this—you were too casual when you were with Sean. Look at all the women he has outside there—they are all tempting and bewitching! Therefore, when Tony stands in front of you, you must try to enchant him with your expressions, seduce him with your movements, and mesmerize him with your eyes… All in all, you have to make sure to gain full control of his body and heart this time!”

The more she spoke, the more emotional she became. It caused Myra to blush so fiercely that even the base of her neck turned red. Lastly, she could not help but ask, “Was that how you treated Shawn before he pounced on you?”

Myra’s words rendered Estelle speechless, so she glared at her. “Don’t touch that sensitive topic. I must have been blind to have my eyes on that b*stard at that time. Stop mentioning him and spoiling the mood; it isn’t easy for me to come over to hide at your place for some time, so please, I beg you not to mention him.

Just as Myra was about to reply to her, the doorbell suddenly rang.

“Who is that?” Estelle took the opportunity to answer the door while leaving Myra behind for fear that the latter would question her further about her relationship with Shawn. From the peephole, she saw an old man with grey hair and beard standing outside the door.

As the old man was also looking at her through the peephole, all she could see was an enlarged, twisted face. Puzzled, she opened the door and asked him as his back instantly straightened outside, “Old man, are you at the right place?”

She knew almost all the old people that Myra knew of and the one before her looked like none of them.

After Sebastian had left the club, he asked his driver to look for a place to slaughter the fish, which was stolen from Old Master Hay, before taking the fish to Myra’s place.

Upon hearing Estelle’s rude way of addressing him, he was so pissed that his beard nearly curled upward. “Who are you calling an old man?! Don’t you know that you should respect an elder?” He appraised her from top to bottom while pursing his lips in displeasure. “I think that it would be more appropriate for a person your age to address me as ‘sir’.”

“Sir?” Estelle’s eyes widened. “I even call my own grandfather ‘old man’, but he is not as sensitive as you.”

Estelle had never been a person who respected senior citizens.

Sebastian was so furious that he nearly stomped his foot. “Who are you? Why are you at Myra’s house?” he asked with a stern expression.

“I’m her friend. Why can’t I be in her house?” she replied unrelentingly.

Oh, my! Look at her! Why does Myra have this kind of friend? Well, it is no wonder—a person with a poor character can only make friends with people of the same character!

Myra, who seemed to hear a familiar voice from inside, immediately went to the foyer. Upon seeing the person standing outside, she was surprised and called, “Old Master Hart.”

“Hmph!” Is she going to comfort me now? It’s too late for that!

“Why are you here?” She felt edgy. Could it be that he found out that I have gotten together with Tony?

Upon seeing that she did not immediately invite him into the house, Sebastian was even more displeased. These two ignorant people really don’t know how to read an old man’s mood!

“Hmph!” When he took a look inside, he failed to find his grandson’s figure and there was no sign of a man’s shoe at the foyer, which made his dark expression ease a little. “These are the fish that I caught this morning. I want to eat steam fish today. Quickly prepare the dish and serve it on the table.”

Sebastian curtly handed the bag of fish to Myra and directly entered the foyer. He took a pair of flip-flops, which he had worn when he previously came, from the cabinet and went into the house.

Everything that happened seemed unbelievably unreasonable. Estelle looked at Sebastian, who was heading inside, with eyes that were filled with countless question marks.

“Myra, is he the Old Master of the Hart Family?”

As she did not previously attend his birthday banquet, she had never seen him before, which explained why she did not recognize him.

Carrying the bag in her hands, the helpless Myra nodded. “Yeah, he came over here once before this. I didn’t expect him to come over again.”

“What does all this mean?” Estelle pulled Myra closer to her and whispered the question.

Myra shook her head, indicating that she had no idea as well. I just hope it isn’t what I thought.