Chapter 204


    Shawn regarded her with narrowed eyes and after a while, he asked, “Why are you asking?”


    Knowing that he had read her mind, Estelle let out a huff before exining, “It’s Kris—I just saw her


    enter the Management Department next door. Word has it that Stark Group is trying to secure the


    Elsinore Garden Project from the government, so I’m wondering if that might have anything to do with


    hering here.” She paused before she continued speaking. “But something doesn’t feel right. I


    distinctly remember Myra saying that she’s in charge of the project, so what is Kris doing here in City


    Hall? It’s not as if she’s so kind as to lend Myra a helping hand.”


    Upon hearing that, Shawn raised a brow and his eyes darkened. “I can’t speak for others, but I would


    never pull strings for anybody unless…”


    “Unless what?” Estelle’s eyes glimmered with hope.


    He gazed at her with dark amusement in his eyes. He curled his finger, beckoning her over to him.


    She grew wary almost instantly. Thest time he looked like this, he had been up to something wicked


    and the thought of it made her stomach flip.


    Still, Estelle could not keep her curiosity at bay. She wanted to know what could make Shawn abandon


    his integrity, although she reminded herself that she had seen plenty of his less-than-virtuous side.


    With caution, she began to make her way toward the man behind the desk.


    An unreadable look shed in Shawn’s eyes when he saw that she was approaching him. He wanted


    tough, but his expression remained indifferent, as though he was unfazed by his own amusement.


    When Estelle finally stood before him, she asked hesitantly, “Well, what’s the exception—ahhh!”


    She broke off in a yelp of surprise when the man reached out and pulled her into his arms without any


    warning.


    Myra was ted to have dinner at the Zion Club with Thomas Hughes from the City Hall Management


    Department. It was one of the few discreet ces in which they could discuss confidential work


    matters.


    After making sure that they had everything they needed, Tilly entered the elevator with Myra.


    Just as the elevator doors were about to close, an arm stretched in to hold them open and Kris walked


    in.


    “You don’t mind if I share the elevator, do you?” she asked with a smile on her face. When her gaze fell


    on Myra, her smile widened even more.


    Myra did not bother answering. Seeing that Tilly was on her side, she did not speak to Kris either.


    Kris raised a brow and her eyes gleamed with what appeared to be scorn as she pressed the button to


    close the elevator doors.


    The other employees in thepany had not gotten off from work yet, so it was just the three of them


    in the silent confines of the elevator.


    When they arrived at the basement carpark, Kris turned to address Myra with a small smile. “Good luck


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    with getting the Elsinore Garden Project tonight, Sis.”


    With that, she turned to make her way toward her car.


    Myra frowned as she watched her leave.


    Tilly, on the other hand, tugged on her arm and said, “Ignore her, Myra. She’s just being crazy.”


    Myra nodded and the both of them headed over to the car.


    To Myra’s surprise, Thomas and the other employees from the Management Department were already


    in the private room by the time she and Tilly arrived. Dinner had been ordered as well, causing her to


    be slightly embarrassed as the Stark Group had meant to pick up the tab tonight.


    “Mr. Hughes, gentlemen—my apologies for beingte this evening.”


    To be fair, Myra and Tilly had arrived half an hour before the agreed time, but she was not about to


    make that point.


    There were four City Hall employees who joined them this evening—one of whom was Thomas, who


    sat at the head of the table. He was a somewhat portly man who looked to be in his forties, and with his


    suit jacket discarded to one side, Myra could see the beginnings of a beer belly stretching beneath his


    shirt. He was nheless jovial and there was an affable appeal to him.


    Upon hearing her apology, he broke into a kind smile and waved the both of them over. “Please don’t


    apologize. We came much earlier than expected. Take a seat,dies. I’m sure the both of you must be


    hungry after driving all the way here.”


    As he said that, he patted the two vacant seats next to him.


    Myra and Tilly approached him and courteously took their seats.


    “What would you like to drink? I’m guessing that the both of you don’t take alcohol, so how about if I get


    youdies orange juice instead?”


    He looked at them in askance, his gentlemanly behavior putting Myra at ease. She nced around the


    room and saw that everyone else was having red wine. She and Tilly would seem awfully out of ce if


    they were to get orange juice and she certainly did not want him to think the Stark Group was being


    ingenuine in any way.


    With that in mind, she turned to give Tilly a meaningful look. Tilly immediately understood the gesture


    and addressed Thomas with a polite smile. “Mr. Hughes, we have no problem with drinking a ss of


    wine or two. It would be rude of us not to have a drink with you, seeing as you’ve taken the time to join


    us this evening.”


    Tilly sounded like a natural-born diplomat. She made no indication that the both of them would drink


    with him till the end of the night, but having a ss of wine or two would be more than enough for them


    to show their sincerity. As Myra watched Tilly, she could not help but feel a sense of pride over how


    much and how quickly thetter had grown.


    When he heard that, Thomas’ smile grew warmer and he turned to say to the waiter at the door, “Two


    sses of red wine, please, but not too much of it—thedies are only having wine out of courtesy.”


    His three subordinates also chimed in, “It’s no longer a culture to drink alcohol during dinners like this.


    The both of you shouldn’t drink much if you can’t stomach them.”


    Upon hearing that, Myra and Tilly exchanged a smile. From the looks of it, there was a good chance of


    them securing the Elsinore Garden Project.


    Soon, both parties dived into earnest discussion on the details of the project. Thomas made it known


    that he was pleased with the Stark Group’s tender proposal for the Elsinore Garden Project and he did


    not hold back on his praises for thepany either.


    He may have a mild disposition, but he was a good sport when it came to drinking as well. After


    downing several sses of red wine, he and his subordinates were beginning to flush.


    “I have high regards for you, Miss Stark. I was most impressed with yourpany’s tender proposal for


    the Elsinore Garden Project. I look forward to seeing your work.”


    There was still quite a lot of wine left in the ss before Myra and thankfully, no one had forced her to


    down her drink. Whenever someone made a toast, they had only asked her to take a sip out of


    courtesy. She did not dare to push her limits, seeing as she was a lightweight and Tilly was no expert


    when it came to holding her drinks either.


    Myra was surprised to hear what Thomas had said, but she was pleased all the same. However, before


    she could say anything, the man pped a hand on her shoulder and gave it a couple of encouraging


    pats. She bristled, unsure as to whether he had done it deliberately.


    She stiffened, but he dropped his hand just as quickly and raised his ss once more. Then, he went


    back to clinking sses with his subordinates.


    Thomas turned and chuckled when he saw the dazed look on Myra’s face. He was clearly inebriated.


    Abruptly, he said to her, “I was wondering if you could pour me a ss, Miss Stark.”


    Myra saw the flush on his face and she considered the possibility that he may not have meant to p a


    hand on her shoulder. Regaining herposure, she grabbed the bottle of wine and poured out a


    ss for him while answering intively, “Of course.”


    The wine had only just been poured into the ss when Thomas sped his hand over hers. In a


    drunken voice, he slurred, “Do be considerate with me, Miss Stark. I’m afraid I might pass out if you


    keep pouring the wine for me.”


    His pinky finger caressed the back of her hand and she knew there was nothing idental about it.


    A disgusted Myra drew back her hand. She stood up abruptly, but the alcohol got the better of her and


    she swayed slightly on her feet. It took a while before the fog in her mind cleared up. She turned to


    re at Thomas, who was regarding her with a bewildered gaze as he asked, “What’s wrong, Miss


    Stark?”