Chapter 114
Once he returned to his own condominium, Tony took a shower before hezed around and pulled his
phone out. This was the first time he had ever fiddled with the Messenger application on his phone; he
never had the time or interest to do such things in the past. However, after he heard the single, simple
word in Myra’s voice note to him, he felt as if his heart was immediately soothed by her presence
around him. It was almost apulsion for him to lie on his bed and y the same voice note
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continuously. “Okay,” said Myra’s voice note. He pressed to y it again. “Okay.” Again. “Okay.” He
was about to y it another time when his phone started to ring. Naturally, Tony answered the call
immediately.
“Are you actually using your phone, Tony? How did you pick up your call so quickly?” Elliot sounded
ttered on the other end of the line. Tony’s response wasn’t pleasant as the voice that came from his
phone wasn’t the one that he longed to listen to. “Spit it out. What is it?”
“It’s a sess!” Elliot didn’t seem concerned to hear Tony’s icy tone on the other end of the call. “L
just replied to the message on your phone. She kept thanking you in her message; she sounded almost
as though she would get in bed with you if you asked her to!” She doesn’t know that she just turned
herself into one of our chess pieces, though!
Upon hearing the news, Tony rxed the muscles between his eyebrows for a short moment. Then, he
frowned and gave a slight scoff. Elliot was curious to hear what was going through Tony’s mind right
then. “Sean’s about to get a divorce with Myra. They’re free to get married to whoever they want to
after this. It’s your chance to shine, Tony!”
When Tony recalled how L had arranged for the workers at the construction site to go against Myra,
he felt his chest burning with rage once more. “Once the divorce happens, I want you to release the
news of Estelle being the new ambassador of the Hart Group’s Sunny Bay Project. From then onward,
the Hart Group will ban all of Miss Fisher’s appearances on any of our advertisements.”
Elliot froze for a second before he began to chuckle at the woman’s bad luck. “Are you trying to take
revenge after what happened with Myra, Tony? She’d be so happy if she found out about what you did
for her!”
Would she be happy? All Tony could recall then was the glum, dejected look on her delicate face when
she left the restaurant. It seems like I can’t bear to see her going through even the slightest trouble,
huh? Tony curled his lips into a smirk before he ended the call.
After that, he continued to scroll through his Messenger. He paused for a moment before he decided to
type a text in the conversation that followed the short voice note he had been listening to. ‘Are you
asleep?’
The response popped up on his phone almost immediately. ‘No… Is anything the matter?’
He felt an inexplicable sensation brewing in his chest right then. He rxed his tensed facial muscles
as he typed in his message before he could stop himself. ‘It’s nothing. You should get some rest.’
As heposed his message, Tony recalled what Elliot had told him once. He said that I’ll have to be
very gentlemanly when I’m trying to chase after a girl; I should include thoughtful and sweet words in
my text. Things like ‘get some rest’, ‘good morning’, ‘good night’, ‘sweet dreams’, ‘how have you been
at the end of his text with his tense fingers. He then stared at it for a while before he sighed and deleted
thest sentence, sending out the rest of the text.
She no longer replied to him this time. He narrowed his eyes before throwing his phone over to his
bedside table. 30 minutester, he picked up his phone once more. It still had the Messenger
application open, but he hadn’t received the message that he was waiting for. His lips curled into a self-
deprecating sneer.
Meanwhile, Myra was no longer certain about her feelings once she received Tony’sst text. However,
there seemed to be a voice that rang in her head as shey in silence that night. You shouldn’t fall for a
man like him, the voice reminded her. You wouldn’t be able to handle it if you have to go through what
happened with Sean all over again. Her muscles were rigid for a long time before she finally lowered
her phone and put it away.
Tony didn’t manage to receive any further texts from Myra that night. Instead, he received a new
request on his Messenger. He tapped on it to see a profile with a te of food as its disy picture. He
thought that it was some silly ount and wanted to ignore it at first, but for some reason, he felt the
urge to ept the request that night. Soon enough, the other person texted him an image along with
one single sentence.
‘Have you ever tried pasta prepared by Myra, Tony?’
Tony didn’t need to guess to know who the sender was. However, his face darkened as he stared at the
image of the pasta bolognese in his phone. It’ste now; it’s been a few hours since Ist had a meal…
I had no idea that the old man actually went to visit Myra! But judging by how things went, they seemed
to have got along well with one another, right? Why didn’t Myra tell me anything while we were texting
on Messenger earlier? Tony felt a surge of annoyance—it seemed to stem from the slight jealousy that
he felt right then. He simply let out a cold scoff as he ignored his grandfather’s message.
Meanwhile, Sebastian had only gotten Henry to teach him how to use the Messenger application
recently. I went through all that trouble just to show myself off in front of Myra. Why is my own grandson
ignoring me right now?! The old man pouted before he sent another message over. ‘You must be
envious and jealous; you must hate me now! Aww! You have no idea how amazing Myra’s cooking was
—it was really the best. It tasted so good that I almost swallowed my own tongue after I finished her
food. Oh, right—I forgot that you’ve never tasted it. You probably don’t understand what I’m talking
about. It was so good…’
Tony gave the message a death re. He was irritated over the fact that one was even allowed to type
so many words within a single text message. He ran his fingers all over the screen as he hastily typed
out a reply. ‘What do you have to be proud of? I’ve even tasted the soup she made. That pasta is no
big deal.’ He sent his text message.
ording to the old man’s understanding of his grandson’s cranky personality, Sebastian hadn’t
expected Tony to respond to his message. To his surprise, he felt his phone vibrating against his pillow
right after he climbed into bed with his wife. He immediately picked his phone up and took a look at the
response.
His eyebrows trembled in anger when he saw what Tony had written. How dare that brat prepare soup
for my grandson! She’s not even his girlfriend yet. How could she do that?! He then stared at his phone
furiously as he contemted how he could respond to Tony. Right then, Lisa turned to look at her
husband’s phone before she mumbled under her breath. “How childish.” He quickly threw his phone
aside before he wrapped his arms around his own wife. “I don’t want to talk to Tony anymore. You’re so
much better than him, Lisa…”
The next day, Sean lookedpletely exhausted when Eve called him over to pay her a visit. Her
heart ached at the sight of him. “How are things going in thepany, Sean?” Eve had assumed that
all thepany matters had been well-handled after hearing what Richard told her the day before.
However, now that she saw the pale and grim expression on Sean’s face…
L’s phone rang before Sean could say anything. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the phone
number. She had initially wanted to step outside to take the call, but she changed her mind. I don’t
have anything to hide. I should just pick it up here. “Hello?”
The voice on the other end of the call belonged to Leo. “Greetings, Miss Fisher. After hearing rumors
about the Chase Group having some issues with their business, Director Hart has decided that he will
have to further consider his decision to purchase the Chase Group’s property on sale for the Hilliville
project.”
“What?” L’s face fell immediately. However, before she could say anything more, the man simply
hung up on her.
Meanwhile, Eve—who was extremely alert and vignt toward any potential mishaps—immediately
recalled what L had told her before when she noticed the look on L’s face. “Did that big client of
ours just change his mind?”
The look on L’s face made her seem as if she had just encountered a ghost. Instead of replying to
Eve’s question, L simply turned toward Sean. “What exactly happened with thepany, Sean?”