Chapter 206


    Myra tried to grab onto the doorknob, but Thomas was already pulling her further from the door. Hot


    tears were streaming past her cheeks, but she gritted her teeth and kicked harshly at the door, even as


    she was being hauled away.


    Meanwhile, he felt a rush of anger and frustration at the girl’s relentless struggle. He brought his hand


    up, but just as he was about to p her hard across the face again, the door was kicked open from the


    outside.


    Thomas was startled as the door mmed open with a violent ‘bang’. Almost instantly, a man with a


    thunderous expression strode through the entry andnded a harsh kick against Thomas’ sternum,


    sending him flying backward.


    “Y-You…” His eyes widened when he took in the familiar face before him and he faltered as panic rose


    in him.


    Thomas knew the man. He knew him so well that the recognition itself made his bones tremble with


    fear. This was the man who haunted the urban legends of Bradfort City—Tony Hart, the fourth son of


    the Hart family and younger brother to Deputy Mayor Hart.


    Falling in step behind Tony were two other men whose faces were equally stormy. One was Deputy


    Mayor Hart himself and Thomas recognized the other as Young Master Elliot, the head of Zion Club.


    Thomas winced as soon as he met Deputy Mayor Hart’s furious gaze. I’m as good as dead this time.


    The next moment, a fist was hurled toward Thomas and itnded hard on his chin. He could taste


    copper in his mouth and two of his front teeth were loosened.


    Shawn reached out and restrained Tony. Then, he said in a low voice, “Let me handle this. Go and get


    Miss Stark out of here.”


    Currently, Elliot was holding onto Myra as they stood to the side. She looked miserable. She was so


    relieved at having been saved that her legs caved in under her weight and she almost skidded on the


    floor. Before she could react, Tony threw a suit jacket over her before he carried her in his arms.


    Zion Club was not an ordinary clubhouse and its patrons were prominent figures in Bradfort City. Any


    dy in bringing an end to this debacle would only increase the risk of others finding out about what


    happened and that would not be good for Myra’s reputation.


    Tony gazed at her trembling body and he grew grim when he saw that one of her cheeks were swollen.


    He hade to pick Myra up from the club today, but upon his arrival, he heard that she was still


    engaged in a discussion with those from the Management Department. With some time to spare, he


    had decided to wait for her with his brother and Elliot in another private room.


    It was only after the waiter, who had been keeping a close eye on the other private room, informed the


    three of them that there was something wrong that they rose from their seats and rushed over,


    thereupon catching Thomas in his attempt to assault Myra.


    Tony tightened his grip on her and shot a cold, baleful look toward Thomas. He then said, “There’s no


    need to spare him.”


    Even Elliot could not help but shudder at the murderous tone of those words. Meanwhile, Shawn


    pped Tony on the shoulder—a silent assurance that he knew what to do.


    Tony looked sullen, but knowing that his brother would take care of the rest, he turned to leave the


    room with Myra cradled in his arms. Myra’s slender frame was hidden under his suit jacket and half of


    her face was obscured as well. All that peeked out were her reddened eyes and she gazed up at him


    as the fear and resentment settled within her. She had heard their conversation and upon remembering


    something, she quickly nced toward Shawn. “Tilly…”


    Her throat felt dry, as though it was being sliced by a knife, but she swallowed and looked over at the


    dining table. “Tilly copsed over there…”


    Elliot stiffened before he hurried to the exquisitely-carved square table. Sure enough, there was a


    woman whoy unconscious behind it and he swiftly carried her from the ground. Upon seeing him


    holding Tilly, Myra let out a sigh of relief. She’ll be fine since Elliot’s with her.


    At that moment, Tony held Myra closer to him and marched out of the room in a few long strides. After


    they made their way out of Zion Club and into the car, he bent and silently fastened her seatbelt. She


    reached out suddenly and sped her fingers around his wrist. She bit her lip and said softly, “I’m


    okay.” Her voice was hoarse and her hands were shaking even as they held onto his wrist.


    He lifted his gaze and she could see the dark fire that burned in his eyes. He looked like a panther who


    had been thoroughly provoked—dangerous and unpredictable. He looked far angrier than he had been


    in the club.


    Nevertheless, Myra tightened her grip on Tony’s wrist, but in the next moment, she found herself being


    pulled into his arms. “Damn it! Damn it! Goddamnit!” he cursed under his breath, his voice rough and


    punctuated with rage. He had cursed thrice, she dimly noted. He was beside himself with fury. Her face


    was pressed to his chest and she could hear the steady stato of his heartbeat. Only then did she


    fully realize that he had saved her.


    “How are you okay?” he roared, tipping her chin up so that their eyes met. He might have saved her,


    but it did not seem like he would let her off the hook that easily either.


    Myra knew that she had been careless this time, that her naivety got the better of her. She had fallen


    into a trap that was hidden in in sight. She was afraid to imagine what could have happened if Tony


    and the others had not gotten to her in time. Her heart clenched at the thought of how terrible things


    could have turned out to be and her eyes rimmed red. Before long, the tears overwhelmed and the


    aftershock seized her like an icy w. She broke down in front of him.


    She did not cry much. She put up a brave front before others and she had forced back her tears even


    after she knew about Sean’s string of affairs. However, ever since she met Tony, she found that she


    could not keep her guard up in front of him. She had been scared witless, and her scalp and her arm


    were prickling with pain, but she could not hide any of these from him. It was as if the floodgates were


    open and the tears did not stoping.


    Myra gripped onto the chest area of Tony’s shirt, choking out the words, “I’m sorry. I didn’t stop to


    think… He was so polite—Tilly and I didn’t catch on.” It was no wonder that Thomas had deliberately


    asked if they drank wine. The wine must have been spiked before the waiter brought it into the room,


    she thought.


    Tony’s heart wrenched as he saw the tears streak down her face. He softened as he held her close and


    his voice was raspy as he murmured, “You ought to bring a few more others with you the next time you


    have dinner appointments like this…” His eyes shed with anger. How dare that many a hand on


    my woman!


    Myra nodded as she hummed feebly in response, her tears soaking the front of his shirt. She clenched


    her fists, bunching the fabric of his shirt and resting her head on his shoulder. She felt a sharp stab of


    pain whenever she thought about what Thomas had said to her. Her tears streamed down furiously and


    with her hands still trembling, she added, “Mr. Hughes also said…”


    Her words trailed off as she took a shaky breath. She felt her chest tighten painfully with the effort, but


    she forced down the ache and continued, “He said that… Cameron had promised him my hand in


    marriage, that he’d agreed to let him have his way with me tonight.”


    The air around them grew cold as the fire in Tony’s eyes only burned darker at this. Cameron Stark…


    Very well yed, indeed…


    His arms wound tighter around Myra and he did not loosen his hold until he heard a soft gasp from her.


    He lowered his head and ced a kiss on her forehead, murmuring gently, “Don’t think about these


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    anymore—leave them all to me. I’ll take care of everything.” His voice was a low rumble, the rage


    seemingly gone from it and reced by an arctic edge that made a chill run down Myra’s spine.


    Myra waspletely drained from all the struggling and sobbing that she soon fell asleep after Tony


    had fastened her seatbelt for her.