Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

Sean had never seen this side of Myra. Suddenly, there was an odd feeling in his chest; it was as if he had taken pity on her. However, he quickly remembered that she was the same woman who had recently revealed her true intentions. He forced himself to stick to his decision. Myra was wicked and despicable! How could he ever take pity on her?!

“So you’re not admitting what you’ve done?” Sean’s expression remained still as a pond.

“Make a police report if you want. Whatever it is, I’ll never admit to something I didn’t do! Never!”

Myra didn’t want to be around these people a second longer, proceeding to whirl and stomp outside.

As the elevator stopped on the floor and opened with a ding, Eve was seen rushing out hastily.

Meanwhile, Myra quickly stepped into the elevator and pressed a button before Eve could make out who she was.

By the time Eve finally realized and shouted after her, the elevator door had closed and was already rapidly descending.

The surrounding atmosphere was still and heavy; everyone in the room looked troubled and uneasy.

Eve had an awful look on her face. She had just spotted that woman standing right next to her son—Lyla!

Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense. Heading straight toward Lyla, she planted a slap right on her cheek without hesitation.

Lyla was quite shocked; she had initially planned to stall until Eve’s arrival so that she could take a good look at everything that happened because of Myra. But before Eve could even find out about anything, Myra had taken her leave in a hurry.

“What are you doing, Mom?!” Sean’s face fell.

Eve shot a death glare at her son. Bringing home a tramp like that—no wonder he was having problems with Myra! If this woman hadn’t been stirring up trouble between those two, Sean wouldn’t have been so stubborn! This breach of our company’s private information must’ve been the work of this little tramp as well!

“Sean, what is she doing here?!”

Tilly, who was on the ground floor, ran over to Myra as soon as she saw her getting off the elevator.

at the sight of Myra’s face and asked worriedly,

given a statement to the police and was supposed to be taking a rest at home. Upon hearing that Myra was involved in some issue at the company, she

out that Miss Stark was married to the Director of their

there was actually a reason behind the photo that was being

Myra looked up. Seeing that it was Tilly, she forced a smile. “I didn’t do any of those things, so I’m not afraid of what they’re saying about

I really fine,

time, she had totally given up

no one here

happened yesterday at the construction site…” Noticing that Myra didn’t look too good, Tilly waited for a bit before

believe me?” Myra shook her head. As she had witnessed, their evidence against her was strong and solid.

I’m not feeling well right now; my mind is in a mess. I’d like to be

worried glance at her before she finally nodded. “Alright then, Miss Stark. You

watched as Myra entered the elevator. As the doors closed, Tilly rushed to

recipient picked up, she

people were pointing

to how she felt when she first came in

had to think about every comment and insult thrown at her, then

looked back at the very building that she had been walking in and out of for the past two years. Strangely enough, the building before her looked distant and unfamiliar for

was probably going to be her last time

never thought that her last goodbye to this place would be as

breath. Without thinking,

exactly like the one she had before, but it wasn’t. Thinking back to the man’s office which she had

Hart Group, wouldn’t she be free from her accusations if they were able to testify? In

of this mess? Doing that would be equivalent to putting Hart

call the man, but it was too late; the call had already gone through. As she waited for him to pick up the phone, she started feeling jittery—the impulse to hang up was gnawing at her. However, her fingers

Myra felt sorry as soon as she heard it

she was calm and collected. However, her voice seemed to be stolen from her now that she heard him speak; her throat was dry as a desert. She eventually found the courage to say something, but what came out was a mere ‘Thank