Chapter 91 Let Me Help You With This, Director Hart

Myra couldn’t help scolding herself inwardly for being an idiot after finishing her sentence. Is it necessary to tell him this kind of thing in person? Besides, I could’ve just called him even if I wanted to report this to him, yet I drove here so late at night, as if with some unspeakable purpose!
Flushing bright red with embarrassment, Myra suddenly found herself at a loss for where to put the pair of hands that she originally had placed on her steering wheel.
Tony’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced down at the expensive watch on his wrist. Then, he asked her flatly, “Are you busy tonight?”