Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me

Being a member of Stark, Myra was well aware of the Harts’ existence since they were one of the most prominent families in Bradfort City. Tony had three siblings in total—a sister and two brothers, all of whom were older than him. His sister was married and both his brothers were in politics and the military respectively, making him the only child out of the four to display a keen interest in business.

He was the grandson whom the old Sebastian Hart doted on the most. However, Myra heard that Tony had been a rebel in his younger days and he had refused to inherit the family fortune. She wondered what could have made him return suddenly to take over the Hart Group.

On the other hand, she could also understand why the ladies were fascinated with him. After all, he was the heir to the Hart Family business, which meant his worth and stature were undoubtedly impressive. He was also the walking textbook example of tall, dark and handsome.

There was something oddly familiar about his eyes, though…

Perhaps it was the cold indifference in them that made her think of Sean. At that thought, the image of Elsie’s gloating face inevitably flashed through her mind.

Myra felt her breath hitch and she quickly suppressed any ounce of resentment that threatened to bubble up within her.

“An eye candy makes everything better! Life is tough enough as it is—we need more of these little moments of happiness.”

Myra laughed and gathered the documents that she had just reviewed. She then placed them in Tilly’s arms as she said, “Come on, let’s head over to your dreamboat’s company and get you those moments of happiness that you look forward to.”

Tilly stared blankly for a moment before she broke into a huge grin when she finally registered her words. “Myra, are you going over to the Hart Group to talk about the Sunny Bay Project? The one for the high-end community?! I thought you were going with Miss Foster!”

“I don’t think she’ll return anytime soon. You can substitute her today.”

seeing that she’s all tangled up with Sean at the moment, Myra was

it! I’ll do

had only just driven her white BMW into the Hart Group’s basement carpark when two Bentleys drove past her toward the

during its press conference in London last year. There was only one of its kind produced in the entire world and it was rumored

who sat in the backseat of the Mulsanne. However, she could not

to sense something. He opened his eyes, but Myra’s car had already

carpark, she was relieved to have found a parking spot meant for regular

doors were about to close until an arm reached in

would you mind sharing the

she had not noticed earlier. They were all dressed in suits and leather shoes and they had a solemn look. A gaze was enough to imagine them as the cream of the crop of some high-end enterprise. Nevertheless, the man who addressed her earlier

she shook her

man smiled at her, then stepped aside and retreated to

draw a sharp breath behind her. Tilly then jabbed a finger into

looked up and her gaze landed on a pair of endlessly

latest. He looked like he was around

more attractive. There was something graceful about the way he carried himself—it was imposing, even. He was reserved, but his gaze was focused and