Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

"So, I later sneaked over and stole a furtive peek, only to see Myra playing poker with Young Master Elliot, Young Master Philip, and Director Windrow. I noticed that her interactions with Young Master Elliot seemed....... a touch intimate." Lyla initially had no idea why Tony asked her to come over, but the moment she glimpsed the scene in the room, understanding instantly dawned.

At that time, she was slightly puzzled. Judging from his action, it seems as though Myra offended him, and he's taking revenge against her. But no matter what, she brought it on herself! If she hadn't come out to mingle with those men, I wouldn't have gotten any dirt on her, so if she wants to assign blame, she should just blame it on her failure to withstand loneliness! Admittedly, intense envy blazed within me when I saw Myra chatting and laughing with the group of men whom I could never mingle with! Plus, she has always trampled me under her foot with her identity, and even Sean married her...

"Don't be angry, Sean..." Lyla tugged at his arm upon seeing that his expression was as cold as ice even as she murmured insipidly, "Perhaps I mistook someone else for her..."

However, this remark wasn't even convincing to herself, let alone the man who was currently fuming. To make matters worse, it was precisely at this very moment that the silhouettes of a man and woman promptly entered their lines of sight not far from the entrance of Zion Club.

As Lyla stared at the two people whose relationship seemed close walking side by side, a sense of relief infused her, and the corners of her mouth gradually curved into an alluring arc. You're just intent on heading to your doom. I'm sorry, Myra, but you first broke your promise to me and married Sean! Surreptitiously stealing a peek at Sean's grim face, she inwardly snorted.

When Myra and Elliot exited the private room, Elliot snagged the jacket Myra brought over to return to Tony. "Miss Stark, what do you think of Tony?" he couldn't help asking the moment they left the room since he was a straightforward person. In the beginning, I was worried that Tony would be duped by Myra Stark, but after tonight's interaction, I find that she's merely a little rabbit. No, she's just like Meow at Tony's house. She doesn't even seem interested in him, much less have any hidden agenda. Rather, it's Tony who's shrewd in all aspects, showing himself as the big, bad wolf! As his buddy, I've got to give him a hand by putting in a good word for him.

Myra didn't think much of it. Remembering how he shielded her from a brick today and her losing him a villa, embarrassment pervaded her. After mulling it over for a moment, she solemnly replied, "Director Hart is a kind man."

"That's it?" Elliot was a touch incredulous when she didn't say anything else. Not only is Tony outstanding and affluent, but the line of women in Bradfort City who likes him extends from here to the suburbs! Yet, he's merely a kind man to her?

Taken aback, Myra nodded.

At this, Elliot inwardly grieved for Tony. No wonder he hasn't been able to win her over after such a long time. It turns out that his image is too flimsy in her eyes! "Ahem, Miss Stark, I actually think Tony is quite good. Look, he has a superb figure, good looks, plenty of money, and high status. Most importantly, he's particularly chaste. He never goes with us to indecent places to fool around, and despite his age, he's never had a girlfriend!" He praised him to the skies.

Astonishment suffused Myra upon hearing this. "Director Hart has never had a girlfriend?" But how is that possible? As he said, Tony Hart is excellent in all aspects, so there are definitely countless women who pursue such a perfect man like him. Yet, he has never had a girlfriend?

"You must be very surprised, yes?" Elliot drawled triumphantly as though he was blowing his own trumpet.

Myra nodded. "Indeed."

"Actually, this isn't at all surprising because Tony has someone whom he—"

"Ah!" Before Elliot had finished speaking, beside him, Myra's arm was suddenly grabbed by a hand that didn't at all temper its strength, so she couldn't help exclaiming when a bolt of pain lanced through her. Before either of them could react, the person had already dragged her toward Zion Club's exit ruthlessly.

When Elliot had gathered his wits about him, his expression darkened, and he wanted to give chase, but a woman abruptly blocked his path. The woman was no stranger to him, for it was Lyla. He'd also had her investigated while investigating Myra and Sean, so he knew that she was Sean's first love who'd now returned to Bradfort City.

Lyla was wearing a pink ankle-length dress that made her appear incredibly elegant and graceful, while her exquisite makeup rendered her petite face all the more enchanting. Her figure was delicate and her aura gentle, arousing a desire to hug her in comfort. However, Elliot turned a blind eye to her beauty. "Move!" His expression turned frosty, for he was wholly indifferent to outsiders.

Conversely, Lyla flashed him a faint smile. "Young Master Elliot, I'd advise you not to interfere in the matter. Sean is Myra's husband, so would it be a help or hindrance if you were to poke your nose into their affairs?"

Elliot's expression changed. Inwardly, he bemoaned, I'm done for! I offered to walk Myra to her car, but I never thought such a thing would happen! As Lyla Fisher pointed out, not only do I have no right to interfere, but even if Tony were here, he wouldn't be able to do anything either. All patrons in Zion Club are from the elite families in Bradfort City, so while we men don't really care, her reputation will be ruined with just the slightest misstep... However, if I were to simply look on as she's dragged away by Sean, Tony will definitely kill me later!

"Young Master Elliot, I'm only saying this because you seem close with Director Hart. Myra Stark is a scheming woman who loves to feign innocence and weakness in front of men to garner sympathy, so don't get taken in by her," Lyla asserted lightly.

Realizing that he couldn't help Myra here but might even add to her humiliation, Elliot calmed down. Then, he snorted at Lyla. "Speaking of this, aren't you an expert, Miss Fisher?"

When Lyla's exquisite face distorted slightly, he again cast a worried glance in Myra's direction, a frown marring his face. Subsequently, he whirled around hastily. While retracing his steps with his back to her, his expression turned apprehensive, and he hastened his steps.

Meanwhile, Sean brutally dragged Myra out by the arm all the way, disregarding the burning pain assailing Myra. On the way, many people whispered among themselves as they stared at them both, making her face flame hotly. When they'd finally exited Zion Club, she couldn't help breaking free from his grip hard before she pivoted to stalk in another direction.

"Stop right there!" Sean snarled. Marching up to her in a few strides, he grasped her wrist hard. "What exactly is your relationship with Elliot Samson?"

Myra struggled several times, yet she couldn't break free from his hold. Peeved, she stared right into his eyes with resentment blazing in her eyes. "Let go of me!"

"I asked what exactly your relationship with Elliot Samson is!" Sean stubbornly demanded as though he hadn't heard her. The picture of her talking and laughing with Elliot angered him, so his grip on her wrist unconsciously tightened.

"Ouch!"