chapter-7
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Um…” Myra found herself at a loss for words as she blinked at him.
A graceful Tony stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. She stared at his long fingers as he
did so, noting how slender and delicately tapered they were.
She swallowed; she could not help but think how he held onto her waist with the same hand
earlier today in the elevator. She then nodded embarrassedly. “Yes, I’ve been married for two
years.”
Her heart wrenched at the thought of her marriage and bitterness flashed across her
features.
However, Tony seemed oblivious to the shift in her expression as he went on to say, “You
come from a prominent family, Miss Stark. I’m sure your husband measures up to your
impressive stature and I’m certain he adores you as well.”
Myra did not know why he was saying all those, but she bridled at his words all the same. A
dark look passed over her face as she forced a smile. “Director Hart, aren’t we here to
discuss the details for the Sunny Bay Project?He was about to light up another cigarette, but upon hearing that, he paused. Then, he
began to flick the lighter top and the clacking sound of metal filled the silence between
them.
It was as though a strange tension had descended upon the atmosphere in the room.
“Do you think we’re here so that I can ask about your personal life?” Tony pursed his lips and
he raised his brow in dissatisfaction. “Since you’re eager to talk about the project, why don’t
you tell me what you think of it?”
With that, he threw the lighter on the dining table.
zyra’s skin prickled in embarrassment as the lighter slammed on the table with a loud thunk.
He was clearly displeased with what she had said. She also belatedly considered the
possibility that he had only brought up her marriage as an ice-breaker.
She cleared her throat and began to say, “Director Hart, as you can see here, I’ve added
several preferences of my own to the drawing…”
While the discussion started off on a stiff note, it was fortunate that Tony did not make
things difficult for her. Nevertheless, she was still intimidated by the way he drummed his
index and middle fingers on the table as he listened to her. She did not dare to lower her
guard even after she was done with her presentation.
“The details and features in your design are well-thought of, Miss Stark,” Tony remarked with
an air of finality. He regarded her with an impassive gaze before he coldly added. “Hart
Group will choose one of three companies to present the final design for the Sunny Bay
Project. That said, you’ve earned a spot in the top three on behalf of Chase Group.”
When he was done with his words, he rose from his seat.
He stood tall and Myra found herself craning her neck to look at him.
As she was surprised at his announcement, she hurriedly rose on her feet as well and
exclaimed, “Thank you, Director Hart. I—”
However, Tony looked disinterested as he took the suit jacket that he had discarded to one
side. He turned to leave the room before she could finish her sentence.Myra flushed. Although she knew that her words had angered him earlier, she was grateful
to see that he was gracious enough to make an objective decision instead of allowing his
personal grudge to influence him.
Upon hearing the sound of the door being closed, she turned her gaze on the spread that
was laid out on the dining table before her arrival. She then realized that neither of them had
taken a bite from any of the dishes.
She shrugged and took her purse to walk out of the Ritz Carlton. As she entered her car, she
was oblivious to the towering figure beside the bamboo—he held a cigarette between his
long fingers while he watched her leave.
Logan was standing to him and watched as Myra pulled out of the parking bay. Nothing
could describe his feelings at that moment—he thought about how Leo told him to use the
Sunny Bay Project as an excuse to arrange a meeting with her. Judging from the way
Director Hart had behaved around her, he only arrived at one conclusion, Whoever this lady
is, I must treat her well!
“Mr. Logan,” Tony suddenly called out in an arctic voice.
Logan immediately straightened. “Yes, Director Hart?”
“Have you seen enough?”
Tony sounded cool and distant, but it was enough to make Logan break out in a cold sweat.
He gave the director a courteous smile before quickly placing his phone to his ear. Then, he
pretended to answer a call, “Jamie, did you call me earlier? Give me a minute; there’s no line
here…” he trailed off as he walked away briskly.
Tony stubbed out his cigarette as he watched the white BMW drive further away; his eyes
darkened with thought.
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