Chapter 147
Chapter Title: Confrontations and Despair
As Sean’s memories began to resurface, one particular image stood out. He remembered seeing Myra once, driving a silver Bentley Mulsanne. A man had been sitting in the back of the car with her. Later, he learned that the car belonged to Tony.
When confidential information was stolen from Chase Group in Hilliville, Myra had come out of Tony’s office, her face awkward, as though caught in a situation she couldn’t explain.
That same night, she had been detained at the center, but by the time Sean arrived, she was already gone. A black Maybach had driven past him then. Was it the same man who had taken her away?
And the Sunny Bay Project… Sean recalled a heated argument between Myra and Elsie. Shortly afterward, Elsie was fired without mercy from the Hart Group. Now, he wondered—had Tony been behind it all? Or had the Sunny Bay Project always been meant for Myra?
Too many clues were falling into place. Before, Sean had never considered connecting the two of them. But now, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. She had betrayed him—two months ago. Was this divorce for Lyla and him, or was it really about Myra and Tony?
A fury unlike anything he had ever known surged through his veins. Emotions flickered across his face, but he settled on a somber expression, no longer responding to Tony. His gaze remained fixed on Myra.
Her brow furrowed under the weight of his stare. Tony tightened his grip around her waist and glared at Sean, as if daring him to react.
Seeing them like that only darkened Sean’s mood further. Without another word, he turned and walked toward his black Lamborghini. He started the engine with a growl and sped off.
The moment his car vanished from view, Tony relaxed his expression and released his hold on Myra. He began to walk toward his sports car.
Myra, still shaken, followed after him, clutching the bag she had brought along.
Once inside the car, Tony shut the door with a swift motion and started the engine. But just as Myra reached for the passenger door, it locked with a soft click.
She glanced at him, surprised. He looked troubled, his face hidden behind a cloud of cigarette smoke, his expression unreadable.
She knocked on the window, calling out, “Tony, what’s wrong?”
He glanced at her without saying a word, then slowly rolled the window down a little to let the smoke drift out.
She ran to the other side, hoping to speak with him further, but before she could open the door, the car shot forward, leaving her behind.
She was leaning against the car when it sped off, and the sudden motion caused her to stumble and fall. Pain shot through her knees, and her eyes stung with tears as she stared at the cold concrete.
She watched the car disappear, then slowly pushed herself back up in silence. Glancing down at the plastic bag by her side, she realized it contained items she had bought for him—things she had thought he’d need for when he stayed at her place.
Disheartened, she made her way to the nearest trash bin to throw the items away. But as she stood there, frustration bubbling inside, she found herself muttering, “That bastard… I didn’t even do anything wrong! I never invited him over!”