Chapter 387

Tony told her that the Walton Family was suspected of engaging in smuggling and drug-trafficking activities. Even though they might not have done those things after arriving in Bradfort City, they had undoubtedly laundered money. Cameron was on friendly terms with the Waltons whilst they were in the process of laundering money; even if their relationship probably fell apart because of what happened to Kris, their interest-based partnership still existed. Once charges were brought against the Walton Family, Cameron would never escape being investigated. Furthermore, the Stark Group could have continued on at first, but it could possibly collapse at once when the Walton Family’s crimes were exposed.

Cameron panicked, so he probably called her to ask Myra for help.

However, Myra answered the phone at this moment. She knew that this matter was very serious, so much so that the Stark Group might be convicted of colluding with the Walton Family. If that happened, the Stark Group would be in disgrace as long as it existed.

“You’ve answered my phone call at last, Myra! Hurry up—is Tony next to you? I’d like to talk to him.”

Cameron called for Tony as soon as he spoke.

Myra frowned slightly. “You have Tony’s phone number, don’t you, President Stark? You may call him directly. His cell phone hasn’t run out of juice, nor is he on the phone with anyone.”

“It’s too late!” Cameron’s voice was full of fear and panic. “Be a good girl, Myra. Hurry up and hand your cell phone to Tony. Don’t you want ten percent of the Stark Group’s shares? I can even give you 20 percent of the shares—just hurry and give Tony your cell phone.”

Myra narrowed her eyes. “I won’t give my cell phone to Tony unless you tell me what has happened.”

“You!” Cameron seemed infuriated, but he couldn’t do anything else since the matter was urgent. He had gotten word that he might have to go to prison with Gideon—the swindler—a while later! However, how could he resign himself to this when he had just reached the pinnacle of his career? It’s all the Walton Family’s fault! I wouldn’t have collaborated with them had I known they were such people!

Cameron nearly spat blood in anger when he thought of the money he had just received from the Walton Family. “Myra, the Stark Group will be doomed if you keep wasting time! I won’t beat around the bush with you this time. Something bad has happened to the Stark Group, and Tony’s the only one who can help me right now. If Tony doesn’t lend a hand, the Stark Group—which your mother spent her entire life working hard for—will be finished completely! Myra, please show mercy and help your father and your mother’s company. Hurry up and persuade him to help me, okay? He knows what will happen to the Stark Group!” He tried to sound as sincere as he could.

Myra let out a sneer, though. “You’ve finally come to realize that you can only ask for his help, right?

Why didn’t you do it sooner? Just you wait to be investigated by the police this time, Cameron!”

Cameron raised his voice. “Do you know what has happened?”

“I’m guessing that everyone in Bradfort City has probably learned of it at this point.” Myra let out a sarcastic sneer and continued, “I won’t let Tony help you, Cameron. Just pray for yourself!”

With that, she hung up right away without waiting for Cameron to say anything else, as if only by doing so could she give vent to her inner grievance.

Even though she treated Cameron in such a way, she knew that she wouldn’t abandon the Stark Group. However, she also knew that she could only let the police do a complete and thorough investigation on the Stark Group at this moment. The cancers must be removed, and she believed that it wouldn’t be too hard to restore the Stark Group with her current capabilities even if she didn’t rely on Tony. Besides, Tony was already involved in this; even though she knew that Tony wouldn’t let anything happen to her as well, she wouldn’t let him or herself fall under suspicion by asking him to help whoever was involved in the crimes.

The few men were taking a rest on the sofa when Myra came out of the lounge. When they saw her come out, Philip and the two others smiled at her. “Myra, let’s go to Zion Club this noon to celebrate, shall we?”

Myra nodded hesitatingly.

At this moment, this floor had been restored to its original state. The ones who were supposed to be working on this floor had returned, and those who were here to report their work had arrived as well.

Philip’s proposal wasn’t made implicitly, so quite a few people heard it. Elliot even called Zion Club and mentioned the number of the room they had always reserved as he walked outside, telling the club to have the room ready as they would be there in a minute.

Myra felt that this was somewhat inappropriate, but she didn’t say so at this moment. She thought they must have a plan in their minds, for they weren’t the kind of men who would get carried away by their success.

With that, the five of them went to the underground parking lot before heading toward Zion Club in two cars. After getting out of the car, they swaggered into the private room they had reserved in advance.

Soon, the waiter brought in some food that had been prepared beforehand. When she saw that everyone else was busy eating, she picked a few dishes and put them into Tony’s bowl.

Just then, Elliot cut in and teased Myra by saying, “Wow, Myra—are you feeling sorry for Tony?”

Myra blushed slightly, but she felt much less nervous upon hearing Elliot’s remark. She then muttered, “Judging from how busy you guys were today, all of you must be hungry.”

“We’re hungry, but we can’t eat much for this meal.” Elliot touched his belly while looking at the delicious food on the table with regret. Then, he stood up from his chair. “We’d better save them for tomorrow.”

Myra looked at him in surprise. “What’s wrong?”

Elliot pointed outside and mouthed, “Someone’s outside.”

Myra nodded, for she had a rough idea of what Elliot meant. They must have become someone else’s target after swaggering all the way here. Now that the Walton Family had suffered a setback this time, how could they not retaliate brutally against them?!

Just then, Myra’s hand was held by the man next to her; he dragged her toward the small living room next to the dining table.

The small living room and the dining room were connected to each other, so it took only two steps for them to arrive. Then, the few men behind them caught up and worked together to drag the sofa away, revealing a trap door underneath!

Myra was already too surprised to speak. The few of them already knew what was going to happen; is that why they’re deliberately trying to lure whoever wants to harm them out here?

This tunnel was probably designed a long time ago for alternative escapes, but it wasn’t expected to come in handy at this moment.

After the few of them emerged from the tunnel, they walked downstairs before going up again. Soon after that, they reached another room.

They didn’t forget to lock the door to the tunnel when they emerged from it. Not long after staying in the room, a waiter came over and knocked on the door, telling Elliot that everyone in the previous room had been arrested.

Elliot looked somewhat glum. “Don’t hand them over to Shawn first. Hand them to my men and tell them to interrogate them slowly; make sure to pump something out of these people.”

The waiter took the order and left.

Myra suddenly realized that this club of Elliot’s might not be simple at all. She used to have discussions with her clients here, yet she didn’t know what the Zion Club’s behind-the-scenes backer was like.

Perhaps none of the four men standing in this private room were simple individuals at all.

When Myra suddenly looked up at him, Tony seemed to know what she was thinking. Lowering his head, he kissed her on the forehead and asked her in a whisper, “Are you afraid?”

Myra asked in reply, “Will you let anything happen to me?”

Tony couldn’t help but laugh, and he held her in his arms directly regardless of the fact that there were other people here. “Nothing will happen to you even if something happens to me.”

“In that case, I’m not afraid.” Myra raised her face, her faith in Tony written all over it.

She then heard Elliot’s mischievous voice yet again. “Oh, dear! You’re so good at saying sweet nothings, Tony. Just look at how good you’re with her… Shall the three of us stop playing gooseberry here?”