Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 206

Myra tried to grab onto the doorknob, but Thomas was already pulling her further from the door. Hot tears were streaming past her cheeks, but she gritted her teeth and kicked harshly at the door, even as she was being hauled away.

Meanwhile, he felt a rush of anger and frustration at the girl’s relentless struggle. He brought his hand up, but just as he was about to slap her hard across the face again, the door was kicked open from the outside.

Thomas was startled as the door slammed open with a violent ‘bang’. Almost instantly, a man with a thunderous expression strode through the entry and landed a harsh kick against Thomas’ sternum, sending him flying backward.

“Y-You…” His eyes widened when he took in the familiar face before him and he faltered as panic rose in him.

Thomas knew the man. He knew him so well that the recognition itself made his bones tremble with fear. This was the man who haunted the urban legends of Bradfort City—Tony Hart, the fourth son of the Hart family and younger brother to Deputy Mayor Hart.

Falling in step behind Tony were two other men whose faces were equally stormy. One was Deputy Mayor Hart himself and Thomas recognized the other as Young Master Elliot, the head of Zion Club.

Thomas winced as soon as he met Deputy Mayor Hart’s furious gaze. I’m as good as dead this time. The next moment, a fist was hurled toward Thomas and it landed hard on his chin. He could taste copper in his mouth and two of his front teeth were loosened.

Shawn reached out and restrained Tony. Then, he said in a low voice, “Let me handle this. Go and get Miss Stark out of here.”

Currently, Elliot was holding onto Myra as they stood to the side. She looked miserable. She was so relieved at having been saved that her legs caved in under her weight and she almost skidded on the floor. Before she could react, Tony threw a suit jacket over her before he carried her in his arms.

Zion Club was not an ordinary clubhouse and its patrons were prominent figures in Bradfort City. Any delay in bringing an end to this debacle would only increase the risk of others finding out about what happened and that would not be good for Myra’s reputation.

Tony gazed at her trembling body and he grew grim when he saw that one of her cheeks were swollen. He had come to pick Myra up from the club today, but upon his arrival, he heard that she was still engaged in a discussion with those from the Management Department. With some time to spare, he had decided to wait for her with his brother and Elliot in another private room.

It was only after the waiter, who had been keeping a close eye on the other private room, informed the three of them that there was something wrong that they rose from their seats and rushed over, thereupon catching Thomas in his attempt to assault Myra.

Tony tightened his grip on her and shot a cold, baleful look toward Thomas. He then said, “There’s no need to spare him.”

Even Elliot could not help but shudder at the murderous tone of those words. Meanwhile, Shawn clapped Tony on the shoulder—a silent assurance that he knew what to do.

Tony looked sullen, but knowing that his brother would take care of the rest, he turned to leave the room with Myra cradled in his arms. Myra’s slender frame was hidden under his suit jacket and half of her face was obscured as well. All that peeked out were her reddened eyes and she gazed up at him as the fear and resentment settled within her. She had heard their conversation and upon remembering something, she quickly glanced toward Shawn. “Tilly…”