Tony raised his eyebrows. He kissed her on the lips then proceeded to pull off his necktie. “Does seeing her make you unhappy? We can just ask Curtis to take her back.”
Curtis was the Hart Family’s personal driver.
Tony did not have much patience on minor matters. Watching him yank his necktie off, Myra stepped in and helped him untie it. “Old Master Hart already said she could stay.” It wouldn’t be appropriate if they asked Gemma to leave now.
“Then we’ll leave.” He squeezed her hand as she was loosening his necktie and kissed her on the forehead. “We’ll go home if you don’t want to see her. Old Master Hart and Old Madam Hart won’t mind.”
There was no limit to how much he spoiled her.
She felt touched by his words. Puffing her cheeks out, she shook her head and said, “Forget it. It’s just for one night. She won’t stay here permanently.”
He let go of her hand to let her finish loosening his necktie. “Don’t mind her. When Old Master Hart went to the United States, the Walton Family were the ones who welcomed him with open arms. It’s just out of courtesy. He knows where to draw the line.”
He was telling Myra that Sebastian was still on her side.
To be frank, if it was up to Tony, he wouldn’t be so courteous to Gemma. To him, there were only two types of people: his people and outsiders. He did not concern himself with outsiders, and Gemma was clearly an outsider to him. It was only on some occasions when it had to do with his family and their reputation that he put up with it, but it was also on the condition that Gemma did not cross the line.
Part of his displays of affection downstairs was intentional and part of it was to remind Gemma of Myra’s place in his life so she wouldn’t mess with her so easily.
Oftentimes, however, a man did not understand a woman’s heart.
While Tony went to take a shower in the bathroom, Myra was tidying up outside. She was suddenly reminded of the gifts they bought at the store today. Among the gifts, a few of the items belonged to her—the three pieces of lingerie that Tony bought for her at the lingerie store.
She quickly opened the room door and walked out. I can’t let anyone see them. It would be so awkward.
After closing the room door, she turned around and bumped into Gemma who had been standing there since who knew when.
Tony’s room was located at the end of the corridor on the second floor. It was rather out of the way and it was also a distance away from the other rooms, but the guest room Gemma was in happened to be right next to his.
Myra frowned slightly and was going to simply walk past Gemma.
Suddenly, Gemma took a step forward and blocked her from going any further.
“Miss Walton?” Myra calmly looked at the beautiful woman in front of her who had an unkind look in her eyes.
“Miss Stark. Twenty-four years old. The young lady who was kicked out of the Stark Family and married Sean Chase, the director of Chase Group in Bradfort City, two years ago. Just over a month ago, you got a divorce and started dating Tony right away. You managed to get Hart Group’s trusted designer from Chase Group for the Sunny Bay Project. The Elsinore Garden Project and the Blue Harbor Project were also fully funded by Hart Group. An undergraduate student who graduated from Bradfort University—never studied abroad nor has any special talent.”
After Myra’s polite greeting, Gemma began to scorn and mock her. When she was done, she looked at Myra with a disdainful gaze. “Miss Stark, was anything I said false?”
Seeing how Gemma had found all her information in less than twenty minutes, Myra knew that she did not have good intentions. Chuckling, she said, “No, none of that was false. I just didn’t know you were so interested in me, Miss Walton.”
“Interested in you?” Gemma scoffed as though Myra just said something imprudent, but her eyes were dead serious. “To put it nicely, you’re quite outstanding, Miss Stark. In more crude words, you’ve put in quite a bit of effort to make your way up to the Hart Family. You started dating Tony right after your divorce from that man from the Chase Group. You’re quite capable, Miss Stark. I can’t help but admire you.”
“You’re flattering me, Miss Walton. Is there a reason you’re standing in my path? If there’s nothing else, please step aside.” Myra kept an indifferent smile on her face as though she did not understand Gemma.
Gemma narrowed her eyes.
Those pair of long and narrow eyes that curled up at the end was a distinctive feature in the Walton Family. They looked dazzling when she smiled but turned sharp when she narrowed them. Taking a step closer to Myra, she lost the smile and her eyes turned colder. “Do you like to feign ignorance, Miss Stark? Don’t you know I hate pretentious women the most? Tell me; what will it take for you to leave Tony? I’m sure you’re well aware of it yourself. Someone with your status and a used shoe that was thrown away by another man—sorry, I’m really straightforward. I can’t hold myself back. Please don’t mind me.”
Even though she apologized, there wasn’t a hint of an apologetic look in her eyes. Since Gemma was at the Hart Residence, she was already keeping her temper under control for the most part. Looking at Myra with jealousy and resentment in her eyes, she growled, “You must know that a person like you can only be a woman Tony messes around with. How can the Hart Family accept a woman like you into the family?”
“I don’t understand.” Myra was not angry at her. Instead, she chuckled and looked at Gemma who was glaring back at her. “Miss Walton, who are you to say those things to me? Are you a relative of the Hart Family or do you have a strong relationship with them? As far as I know, you’re just the younger sister of one of Tony’s past business partners.”
Her tone sounded calm—so calm that the last part of her sentence almost shattered the look on Gemma’s face.
“What did you say?” Gemma seethed in a low voice. She stared at Myra and scoffed, “Since you know about my brother’s relationship with Tony, you should also know about my relationship with him. Myra, I’ve already asked you nicely. You better not make me do this the hard way.”
“Are you telling me to leave Tony?” Myra shot an eyebrow up.
Gemma snickered. “If you’re wise enough to leave, I can still give you some benefits. Don’t wait until you get abandoned again later and be left with nothing.”
Myra just sighed internally. What exactly is making her so confident that Tony will leave me and be with her in the end? I thought Tony’s attitude today made it clear that he had rejected her. Who would have thought she would still say these things to me? “I heard you loud and clear, Miss Walton. Can you please let me through now?” She did not want to get tangled up with Gemma either. It was impossible to speak logically to women like her, so she might as well just ignore her.
Gemma’s brows knitted together and her expression darkened even more. “What is this supposed to mean, Myra?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Myra replied. “I just feel like you should tell Tony all of this. Did you perhaps think he didn’t know any of it?”
