Chapter 91 Let Me Help You With This, Director Hart

• Myra couldn’t help scolding herself inwardly for being an idiot after finishing her sentence. Is it necessary to tell him this kind of thing in person? Besides, I could’ve just called him even if I wanted to report this to him, yet I drove here so late at night, as if with some unspeakable purpose!
• Flushing bright red with embarrassment, Myra suddenly found herself at a loss for where to put the pair of hands that she originally had placed on her steering wheel.
• Tony’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced down at the expensive watch on his wrist. Then, he asked her flatly, “Are you busy tonight?”