Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me

Chapter 106

As if feeling Myra’s gaze on him, he flinched ever so slightly as he was holding the golf club. Turning to

hand it over to an employee, he nodded at the middle-aged man next to him and headed toward Myra’s

direction.

Myra could see that he was coming over, but her eyes fell upon a woman standing beside him who was

holding a warm towel in her hands.

The woman was no stranger to her; she was Belle Bridgers, the daughter of the middle-aged man

standing next to Tony, Director Bridgers. She had just returned from studying abroad in the United

States. Myra knew exactly what was going on from the way the woman’s eyes twinkled as she looked

up at Tony when he had holed the ball earlier. It was even a little uncomfortable to watch.

It wasn’t until Tony arrived before her that she recovered from her thoughts. Looking at him, she asked

hesitantly, “Am I… interrupting something?”

Tony stared back at her, his eyes steady.

He knew all too well about what had happened after she left his office in the morning. Her eyes were

filled to the brim with hurt and misery, and he knew that she was here because she needed a favor.

He said, “Since you’re already here, it’s pointless to say all that, Miss Stark.”

She couldn’t make out his state of mind from his tone. Earlier on her ride to the golf club, she was

contemplating whether to discreetly ask for his help if he was in a good mood, but…

“Director Hart, I need your help for something. I received a call earlier at Hart Group—”

“Myra—” Tony interrupted before she could finish.

She froze. Tony’s eyes narrowed, staring at her with an unreadable look in his eyes. Noticing the way

she looked back at himself in shock, he explained, “I don’t know if you’ve heard about this, but you can

be quite boring sometimes.”

Myra’s expression stiffened a little as she chewed on her bottom lip, realizing that she was being

watched by a beautiful, graceful woman from a distance.

She forced a small smile. “I guess… I really am interrupting something here. If that’s the case… I’ll talk

to you some other day,” she said and turned to leave, but the look of unwavering stubbornness was still

written on her face.

“Can you play golf?” Tony’s sudden query stopped her in her tracks.

Myra turned back, startled. Looking into his eyes, there was a hint of incomprehensible darkness which

quickly disappeared. He reverted back to his usual, nonchalant demeanor. Seeing that she was

unresponsive, he asked again, “Can you play golf?”

Myra shook her head.

Due to the longstanding resentment she had toward Cameron since childhood, she strongly hated

every hobby that he had; naturally, she didn’t want to learn any of them.

Tony shoved his hands in his pockets. Standing on the neatly trimmed grass, the gentle caress of the

sunlight greatly complimented his charming appearance. He said softly, “Join me for some golf briefly,

and we can talk about it later.”

“But…” Myra tugged at her lips, glancing again at the woman who was now looking rather impatient. “I

can’t play…”

“In that case, you’ll have to learn.” Tony started walking back to the golf course. “Isn’t it fair for me to

boost my mood before hearing what you have to say?”

Myra watched as he went further and further away. She gritted her teeth. Then again, no one was as

blunt and forthright as her when it came to asking for help!

Before long, an employee came over and guided her to the changing rooms.

By the time she finished changing, Tony had already finished another round of golf. He was standing by

the side, talking to Director Bridgers about something in hushed tones.

Belle, who was not far away, was staring at Tony admiringly with her perfect, round eyes. She handed

him something to which he politely rejected, and she put on an annoyed pout.

Myra’s arrival instantly invited stares from the group of people.

Changing into a set of youthful sports attire, she suddenly went from a professional office lady to

looking like a college student. Strands of hair which fell out of her high ponytail rested atop the visor on

her forehead, highlighting the beauty of her eyes. Her glossy skin—clean from any residue of makeup

—was fresh, dainty, and even a little flushed. As she walked past the people around, her face glowed a

light shade of pink.

A trace of warmth surfaced in Tony’s eyes as he took a glance at her petite little face. Then, he nodded

at Director Bridgers. “Director Bridgers, I hope you don’t mind my friend joining us.”

Director Bridger’s eyes curved cordially, fully aware of who Tony was referring to. His eyes cautiously

darted to his daughter and back before he nodded with a smile. “Of course. Any friend of yours is a

friend of mine.”

Hearing her cue, Myra approached the group. She greeted the Director politely, “Director Bridgers.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The woman standing before the Director seemed familiar, but he couldn’t recall her identity. Turning to

Tony, he asked courteously, “May I know who…”

“She is Miss Stark, Senior Designer of Chase Group. She’s also in charge of the design for Hart

Group’s Sunny Bay Project this time round.”

“Ah, so that’s why she looked familiar—it’s Miss Stark, the great designer herself. I’ve heard that Miss

Stark is unbelievably talented, unlike my daughter Belle who knows nothing.” Director Bridgers tactfully

mentioned his daughter and pulled her closer by her arm. The gesture which sounded like a grumble

was contradicting the pampering look in his eyes. “Belle, Miss Stark is an excellent example for you.”

Belle, who was abruptly shoved in front of Tony, stole bashful looks at him. On the other hand, she was

careful when it came to Myra as she eyed the latter warily.

Myra knew that she wasn’t wanted there by the two. Despite feeling slightly uneasy, she answered,

“You’re too kind, Director Bridgers.”

Probably sensing her awkwardness, Tony patted lightly on her shoulder. “You should go and get some

help from the instructor. I have something to discuss with the Director here, then I’ll come over soon.”

Myra quickly nodded and went to a quieter area after bidding farewell to Director Bridgers.

On the other hand, Tony watched as she left, wearing the faintest smile on his face.

Even though Tony had purposefully tried to maintain his distance with Myra, Director Bridgers could tell

right away that there was something unusual going on between the two. This man was the director of

Hart Group, after all! Remembering the reason he had invited Tony today, Director Bridgers was a little

unhappy about where this was going. Nevertheless, he could only keep his thoughts inside and

maintained all smiles as he continued the conversation with Tony. Masking his hidden intentions

beneath a seemingly ambiguous question, he asked, “You seem to get along with that lady quite well,

Tony. Are you two…”

The rest of the question was understood.

Tony didn’t seem to notice Belle’s expression, which had taken a dark turn after hearing her father. His

eyebrows rose and a surprised look filled his face. “Was she being that obvious?”

Director Bridgers tensed at his response; he knew that Tony was messing around with him.

Nonetheless, he couldn’t admit out loud that the woman was being too obvious—if he did so, wouldn’t

he be digging his own grave for intentionally taking his own daughter out to meet this man?

Belle noticed that her father wasn’t pleased with the situation. However, she was already smitten by the

man before her. Back when she had heard about Tony from others, she’d assumed that he was just

another rich man who lived on inherited wealth. Upon seeing him in person today, she came to realize

that none of those young masters from well-off families in Bradfort City could ever come close to this

man.

Moreover, seeing that Tony was well-respected even amongst the older generation of corporate

bigshots was enough for her to fall in love with him. She quickly chimed in and said, “Dad, Miss Stark is

a designer for Hart Group now; naturally, she has to respect her boss. Isn’t it the same for you in our

family business?”