Chapter 97. I Need Your Help

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