Chapter 217


    “We were lucky you were therest night. I dragged Tilly into the mess; fortunately, she’s fine.”


    Elliot chuckled but he changed the topic swiftly and they started chatting about something else. Myra,


    however, did not notice the cunning and mischievous sparkle sh through his eyes.


    During their journey, she phoned Tony to remind him to take care of his health. She advised him to


    have his dinner on time while instructing him to head back to the Hart Residence after work.


    Well, Miss Ivy’s speech has left an impact today. He is a career-oriented man in his thirties, and his


    stomach and lungs are not as healthy as they once were. I am sure that Old Madam Hart will take good


    care of him if he returns to the Hart Residence. There are more people there too, so he won’t feel


    lonely.


    “Are you really noting back tonight?” Tony asked again from the other end of the line. His voice


    was husky—he was most probably smoking out of boredom.


    Myra nced at Elliot—who was pretending to focus on driving—from the corner of her eyes. She


    cleared her throat lightly while keeping her voice down, and she turned away slightly as she murmured,


    “I’ll be back tomorrow and I’ll do everything you say then, alright?”


    Her cheeks felt hot after saying that.


    Tony, who was seated in his office chair, took a huge puff from the cigarette. Then, he narrowed his


    eyes while taping the cigarette butt. The frost in his long and narrow eyes melted, and a trace of a


    smile shed in them as he hummed in agreement. “Give me a call if anything crops up.”


    “I will.”


    After listening to Myra using such a gentle and tender tone to speak with Tony while instructing him


    softly, Elliot had the sudden urge to have a rtionship with a woman too. As for the woman I want…


    The figure of the woman, who was as enthusiastic as a puppyst night, popped into his mind. His


    mood lightened suddenly when he thought of how cute and sweet she was.


    Soon, they arrived at the Stark Residence. Myra was just about to get out of the car when she suddenly


    thought of something, so she turned around to look at Elliot. “Young Master Elliot, do you have


    business ties with the Chase Group?”


    Elliot wasn’t expecting such a question from her, so he froze for a beat. However, he shook his head


    immediately. “That’s impossible; I’d rather take a detour with my eyes closed when it involves the


    Chase Group. How could I possibly have any business ties with them?”


    Most importantly, I’d like to live a long life. Why would I have any business with that sc*mbag behind


    Tony’s back?


    Myra was confused. “In that case, have you lent this car to someone else?”


    “Why?” Elliot immediately went on the alert but he maintained a casual fa?ade.


    “Well, it’s just that I saw a simr car in Bradfort City,” Myra answered and she looked deep in thought.


    “How is that possible? My car is the only one in the whole world! I would never lend my car to anyone


    else if they aren’t rted to me!” Elliot exined hastily because it involved his love for his car and his


    dignity as well.


    Without even thinking about it, Myra murmured, “Well, what if Tony is the one borrowing the car from


    you?”


    After asking that, she felt that she was being foolish. In the end, she smiled at Elliot shyly. “Well, I was


    just checking. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll get going now. Thank you! I’ll definitely treat you to a


    meal next time!”


    Elliot kept his cool while waving at Myra and waited until she made her way into the Stark Residence’s


    courtyard.


    Myra then thought to herself, In all honesty, it’s none of my concern who has driven that car. However, I


    keep noticing that car for some strange reason and I can’t help but feel that something is amiss. It’s


    probably due to the pressure I’ve felt in thepanytely. Myra shook her head while staring at the


    familiar yet strange ce in front of her, and she spaced out for a bit. This ce used to have my best


    memories, but it also harbors my most painful memories too. She recalled the purpose of heading back


    today and she inhaled deeply; she rearranged her facial expression to maintain a nk fa?ade when


    she marched forward.


    Behind her, Elliot was feeling slightly anxious but he wasn’t sure why.


    Myra was just asking about this car and to be honest, I’ve only lent it to Tony before. However, why did


    she ask about it? And so, Elliot phoned Tony since he couldn’t figure it out.


    The phone connected but it wasplete silence on the other end of the line. Elliot felt rather helpless


    at the vast difference in treatment. Myra was chatting andughing when she called Tony just now, and


    she even looked shy! I am very sure that Tony did not give her the silent treatment earlier.


    Elliot inhaled deeply. “Tony, I need to ask you something…”


    “Spill.” Tony was crushing the cigarette butt in the ashtray and thest shred of warmth from chatting


    with Myra earlier had vanishedpletely from his tone.


    Elliot wept in his heart. I can’t believe that Tony is so cold and distant toward me. He licked his lips


    before asking, “Do you remember the time you borrowed my car?”


    Elliot was speaking slower than usual as he continued, “Well, I’m talking about my gold Aston Martin.


    Remember the time you mentioned that you wanted to take it for a spin—”


    Before Elliot couldplete his sentence, Tony scowled slightly and he interrupted, his tone light,


    “What about that?”


    “Well… Nothing much, actually. It’s just that Myra asked me earlier if I was having any business ties


    with the Chase Group. Based on what she said, I think she saw my car parked in the Chase Group’s


    parking area.” Elliot felt that the situation must be much moreplicated than that. I think Tony must


    be keeping something from me. After pondering it for a while, Elliot asked, “Tony, you would never have


    any business rtions with the Chase Group. Apart from the Hilliville project, are you hiding something


    else from Myra?”


    Myra could not enter the main entrance of the Stark Residence because the locks had been changed


    long ago. Besides, she had thrown away the keys to Stark Residence too.


    She stood outside the door to ring the doorbell but there was no response for a long time. Myra smiled


    self-deprecatingly as she stood at the door.


    Since they have invited me over for a meal, it is impossible that there’s no one in the Stark Residence. I


    am sure that someone must have heard the doorbell ring, which means they are deliberately making


    me wait outside. Is Rachel trying to tell me that she is the true mistress of the Stark Family?


    Myra did not return to the Stark Residence to be bullied, so she dialed Cameron’s number straight


    away. Once the call was connected, she spoke calmly without waiting for him to say anything. “Either


    send a locksmith to your house ore back right now and hand me the key.” Cameron must have


    had a role in it since Rachel wants to invite me to dinner. Hence, Myra did not mince her words.


    The line went dead after Myra said her piece.


    Soon, the main entrance of the vi opened. A housekeeper was supporting Rachel and they were


    both walking carefully toward the main entrance via the courtyard. Once they got closer, Rachel


    continued walking while smiling at Myra warmly. “Myra, I’m sorry that you had to wait for such a long


    time. Actually, I was about to open the door for you, but I was in such a rush that I almost slipped and


    fell. That is why Mrs. Fletcher is here to help me. Please don’t be angry…”


    Once upon a time, Myra thought that she would never return to the Stark Residence again—especially


    not to meet Rachel Parker.


    I’ve forgotten how long I haven’t had this feeling. It’s a mixture of anger, fear, feeling sorry for myself,


    pain… The emotions were like sharp knives piercing through her heart. The final memory stopped at


    one with Rachel lying on the ground in a pool of blood, whereas Myra stood beside her while wearing a


    cold expression.


    The woman in front of Myra was dressed in elegant clothing. Her well-maintained skin made her look


    barely 40 years of age, and she looked gentle and kind.


    Who would ever imagine that she’s hiding an evil heart underneath her gentle fa?ade?


    Now, she’s pregnant again and she’s inviting me back to the Stark Residence for dinner… Myra scoffed


    deep down but she maintained a faint smile on her face. “In that case, you should be careful, Rachel.


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    You’ll be devastated if you lose your child by ident from the fall.”


    Rachel’s expression stiffened when she heard Myra’sment, but she forced a smile anyway. Then,


    she asked Mrs. Fletcher to open the door of the courtyard.


    The housekeeper was no longer the same one from the past. This one looked as if she was afraid that


    Myra might harm Rachel because she was observing Myra like a hawk.


    Once she opened the door, Myra marched straight into the vi, navigating her way in a familiar


    manner.


    Behind Myra, the housekeeper spoke to Rachel in an unhappy tone. “Master Stark has chased her out


    of the Stark Residence but she acts as if she’s still the youngdy of the Stark Family. She’s so


    shameless!”


    Rachel felt better deep down but she continued to look furious on the surface, and she reprimanded


    Mrs. Fletcher straight away, “Mrs. Fletcher, you are not to talk about the youngdy like this in the


    future; she’s Master Stark’s child too!”