Chapter 2 Fall into Tony's Arms

• Despite the unpleasantness with Sean yesterday, Myra still woke up early the next day and went to Chase Group.
• In the past, her marriage with Sean was low-key for various reasons. Only a few people knew that they, the heir of the Chase Family and the heiress of the Start Family, were married.
• Even within the Chase Group, everyone only knew her as the head of Design Team A and was unaware of her true identity.
• "Myra! Look at this—the heir to the Hart Family fortune has returned to the country, and he's officially taking over the Hart Group!" Tilly announced as she placed the tabloid in front of Myra. She was the newly-recruited intern at the design department.
• She followed up with a dreamy sigh. "Oh, where do I even begin with Tony Hart? He's a legend in the business world. He went abroad when he was eighteen and when he was twenty-two, he graduated from Harvard with a double PhD in Management and Business Economics respectively. He built his own business empire, Hartwell Group, at the age of twenty-six and up until today, no one has been able to replicate his achievements in the country. Now, he's returned to take over the Hart Group. Oh, my God—more importantly, he's charming and handsome without being tainted by any scandal! He's nearly thirty-five and he's still a bachelor! He is my only dream man!"
• Myra cast a brief glance at the tabloid cover.
• Being a member of Stark, Myra was well aware of the Harts' existence since they were one of the most prominent families in Bradfort City. Tony had three siblings in total, all of whom were older than him. He was the grandson whom the old Sebastian Hart doted on the most. However, Myra heard that Tony had been a rebel in his younger days and he had refused to inherit the family fortune. She wondered what could have made him return suddenly to take over the Hart Group.
• On the other hand, she could also understand why the ladies were fascinated with him. After all, he was the heir to the Hart Family business, which meant his worth and stature were undoubtedly impressive. He was also the walking textbook example of tall, dark and handsome.
• There was something oddly familiar about his eyes, though...
• Myra stared at him and couldn't help but think about the profound black gaze of the man in the Bentley from last night.
• Myra gathered the documents that she had just reviewed. She then placed them in Tilly's arms as she said, "Come on, let's head over to your dreamboat's company and see if you can be lucky to meet him."
• Tilly stared blankly for a moment before she broke into a huge grin when she finally registered her words. "Myra, are you going over to the Hart Group to talk about the Sunny Bay Project? The one for the high-end community?! I thought you were going with Miss Foster!"
• Tilly was referring to Elsie, the head of Design Team B. When she walked arm in arm with Sean and entered his office in a high-profile manner, everyone knew the unusually close relationship between the duo.
• "I don't think she'll return anytime soon. You can substitute her today."
• She probably doesn't want to go anyway, seeing that she's all tangled up with Sean at the moment, Myra was self-deprecating.
• "Got it! I'll do my best!"
• Myra had only just driven her white BMW into the Hart Group's basement carpark when two Bentleys drove past her toward the exit.
• One of the cars was yesterday's Bentley.
• Myra couldn't help but glance at it, wondering if it would be the mysterious man who gave her the flowers yesterday.
• After circling the basement carpark, she was relieved to have found a parking spot meant for regular visitors.
• She entered the elevator and the doors were about to close until an arm reached in to hold them open.
• "I'm sorry, but would you mind sharing the lift?"
• Myra looked up. Presently, there was a group of men who were standing outside the elevator whom she had not noticed earlier. They were all dressed in suits and leather shoes and they had a solemn look. A gaze was enough to imagine them as the cream of the crop of some high-end enterprise. Nevertheless, the man who addressed her earlier had a pleasant face and he was waiting for her to answer.
• She blinked; then, she shook her head.
• The man smiled at her, then stepped aside and retreated to the back. He was clearly someone of an assistant level.
• Meanwhile, Myra heard Tilly draw a sharp breath behind her. Tilly then jabbed a finger into her back.
• Myra looked up and her gaze landed on a pair of endlessly dark orbs.
• The person behind those eyes was the most handsome of his entourage and he happened to be the latest. He looked like he was around thirty-four to thirty-five in age and he wore a fitting, tailor-made black suit that accentuated his towering figure.
• The clean, white shirt he wore beneath his black suit made him look all the more attractive. There was something graceful about the way he carried himself—it was imposing, even. He was reserved, but his gaze was focused and intent.
• Myra swallowed—he was none other than Tony Hart, the new director of Hart Group.
• As though he sensed her gaze, he briefly appraised her before taking one long stride into the elevator.
• She could not help but click her tongue at his indifference.
• "Myra, look! It's Dreamboat Tony!" Tilly squealed close to Myra's ear in a tone that was unfortunately obstreperous to even be considered a whisper.
• Myra's face blushed, particularly when she heard the assistant from before clear his throat in what she presumed was amusement.
• Slightly embarrassed, she turned to glance apologetically at the impassive-looking man.
• Seeing that they were standing side-by-side, she could only see his side profile, which was clean and as sharp as a knife. He looked as cold as he was intimidating.
• However, there was one thing that lingered in the back of her mind—a man like Tony ought to be using the elevator that was meant for exclusive guests, so why was he sharing a public lift with the rest of them?
• The elevator shook slightly with a muffled thud as it started to make its way up.
• Myra could not react in time and stumbled onto the man next to her before she could hold onto the handrail. The man's open shirt collar brushed against her forehead. She was close to him—exceptionally close that she could smell the faintest hint of tobacco mingling with his clean, cool scent.
• Tilly, on the other hand, had regained her footing and was shocked at Myra's predicament. She quickly pulled Myra onto her feet as she cried out, "Myra!"
• When Myra stumbled over earlier, she had felt a hand reaching out to hold her up by the waist. She felt the fingers pressing against her skin as the person steadied her and there was strength in the grip.
• "Myra, are you okay?" Tilly asked with concern.
• It was fortunate that the man had caught Myra before she fell over, although she had to admit that she had never been this intimate with any man other than Sean. She steadied herself and shook her head at Tilly. Glancing up at Tony, she saw that he remained expressionless, even though his hand was still on her waist.