Chapter 180
Kris stormed out of the building, fuming with frustration, only to see Tony’s car disappearing into the night. She stomped her foot, the anger boiling inside her, but there was nothing she could do. With a growl of irritation, she turned back and headed for her own car.
Meanwhile, Tony had already called Elliot after leaving the Zion Club. As the phone rang, his brows furrowed, and when the call connected, he asked, “Can you look into Kris’ mother, Rachel Parker’s, pregnancy?”
Elliot, with the phone on speaker, was joined by Philip and Lucas, who overheard the conversation. Philip couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, you were talking to her just now to get information, huh? I thought you weren’t interested.”
Tony’s expression remained blank. He hadn’t intended to get entangled with Kris, but she had approached him, and he saw an opportunity to gather some information. It seemed like it might be more than a casual encounter.
From the other end, Lucas interrupted, his voice serious. “I’ve heard that Cameron’s current wife is pregnant with a boy. Given Cameron’s priorities and his sharpness, it’s unlikely this pregnancy is fake.”
Tony agreed with Lucas’ assessment. Narrowing his eyes, he added, “Look into her recent diet and lifestyle. There must be something there.”
Back at Stark Tower, Myra had lost track of time. She looked up from her paperwork to see that it was already past ten. Her back ached from sitting for so long. Stretching, she walked over to the French windows, gazing at the glowing streets of Bradfort City below. The city was even more beautiful at night, bathed in lights, making it seem warmer and more alive than it did during the cold, desolate daylight hours.
Her phone buzzed—she had missed a message earlier. Picking it up, she saw that it was from Tony, asking if she was done with work yet. He had sent the text instead of calling, not wanting to interrupt her.
A smile tugged at her lips as warmth filled her heart. She quickly dialed his number.
“Hello?” she said as soon as he picked up.
His voice came through, low and smooth. “Are you finally done with work?”
“Yes,” she answered, her tone light and content. She finished the last of her warm milk and began gathering her things. “Are you coming to pick me up?”
“What do you think?” His voice was gentle, teasing, yet full of warmth.
Her exhaustion seemed to melt away as she smiled to herself, feeling a rush of happiness. She hurried to finish up and made her way toward the elevator.
As she stepped out of Stark Tower, her eyes immediately found him. Tony stood a few steps away, leaning casually against his car. Even in such a simple position, he looked effortlessly elegant. His white shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and the sleeves rolled up, made him appear both relaxed and stylish. He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling around him, adding to his intense, almost magnetic presence.
She couldn’t help but think to herself: He must be God’s favorite. Even standing there, doing nothing, he looks so… perfect.