Chapter 191: A Tempest of Tension
Sebastian’s face flushed with anger. His little grandson had always been rebellious, and he couldn’t help but regret sending him to the United States all those years ago. All Tony had learned there were bad habits. How could a young man be so depraved? The sun was still shining, yet here he was, standing in front of the villa, furious and defeated.
“If you don’t open this door, I’ll just call Myra!” Sebastian threatened, holding up his phone like it was a weapon. In truth, he wasn’t even sure how to reach her. The only way he had to contact Myra was through Facebook, and even then, she hadn’t replied to his message. He had tried calling Tony, but his grandson’s phone had been turned off. Kris’ words about seeing Tony and Myra earlier only made him more determined to get inside.
Tony, however, was less than impressed. He narrowed his eyes as he met his grandfather’s furious gaze. A heavy silence hung between them, the tension thick enough to cut. Finally, Tony slipped his hand into his pocket, an amused smile playing on his lips. “I’ll let you in, but just this once. Consider it a repayment for Hilliville,” he said with an exaggerated drawl.
Sebastian’s blood boiled at the mention of Hilliville. “You ungrateful little brat! You think inviting me in for a meal is payment for something worth billions?!” He cursed inwardly, but outwardly, he resisted the urge to throw his grandson over his shoulder. Tony, however, didn’t flinch. His eyes held a playful defiance as he finally opened the gate, and with a mock bow, gestured for Sebastian to enter.
Sebastian stormed past him, still muttering curses under his breath. “At least you’re still willing to feed me,” he grumbled. The gate slammed shut behind him, and Kris, who had been pretending to follow Sebastian inside, was momentarily halted when it closed. She quickly regained her composure and forced a smile.
“Director Hart, I’m here to discuss the Elsinore Garden Project with you. And…” she trailed off, her voice betraying a hint of frustration as she considered how to proceed. The look she had seen in Sebastian’s eyes when he mentioned Myra made her uneasy. It was clear: Tony was serious about Myra, and she wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away.
Tony barely acknowledged her, the affection he displayed when he mentioned Myra sending a jolt of envy through her. “You can look at her from here,” he said, dismissing Kris as he turned to enter the house.
Kris stood frozen for a moment, her anger bubbling beneath the surface. The bitterness inside her grew like a storm cloud. Tony’s obvious affection for Myra only made things worse. She clenched her fists, her heart pounding with a sense of impending defeat. Myra had clearly won, both in business and in love, and Kris couldn’t shake the feeling that Tony was the key to her success.
Inside, Sebastian’s frustration only intensified. Standing in the garage, he was too irritated to go any further. Tony, with his usual air of indifference, passed him by, entering the house without a second glance. Myra, who had heard their exchange from inside the car, finally emerged, her legs still aching from the cramps. Tony, always the gentleman, swept her up in his arms, and she couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions—irritation mixed with a strange affection.
Her anger, however, flared when she saw her grandfather’s familiar face. “Are you happy now, Tony Hart?” she snapped, biting his chin in frustration.