Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 28 She Came to Be My Co-Pilot In the training field, Nore stepped on the accelerator. The car was like an arrow leaving the bow, rushing out of the starting line at the fastest speed! According to the switching of the surveillance video in the car, Lyra's operation was so beautiful that people could not move their eyes away. Finally, when Nore's car sped past the finish line, Sonny could not help but clap and shout, "Yay!" He hurriedly ran down to welcome them. "Nore, you good guy! Where did you find such an excellent co-pilot?" Nore came out of the car, took off his helmet, and said in high spirits, "She is my treasure contestant." "Then you can win for sure. You are really lucky. I just received a notice when you were driving. The organizers of the competition added more investment, and the reward for the top three was doubled! If you can win, the reward will be much more handsome." "What? Which company is in such a hurry to give us money?" "It's Barnwell group. This is the first time their company has invested in racing." Nore immediately looked at Lyra. Lyra was stunned. Obviously, she did not expect that. After all, Hank was never interested in racing. However, since it was the Barnwell group's money, she would be letting him down if she did not get it. "Nore, I still want to drive a few more laps," she said as she put on her helmet again and gestured for Nore to return to the car. "Not bad! You're so beautiful but you are still ambitious!" Sonny said as he looked at her thin and imposing appearance. However, as Nore stood there, his usually roguish face revealed a hint of heartache. For the rest of the time, Lyra practiced crazily on the field. It was not until the field closed that Lyra got out of the car, tired. Nore had been waiting for her and handed her mineral water. "Go back first. You are too eager to achieve quick success. It's not good." Lyra was a little disappointed. She nodded and walked beside him with her head down.

She walked without looking at the road and almost hit the utility pole. Nore simply freed up a hand and hooked it around her shoulder. Far away, a luxury car was parked on the side of the road. Behind the car window was the man's cold face. He knew that Lyra came to this field to practice driving, so he came to take a look. He did not expect to see such a scene. "Is she already living with Nore?" Hank narrowed his eyes and asked coldly. "It should be..." Before Keith could finish his words, he felt a chill at his side. He coughed dryly and quickly changed his words, "I don't think so." He shook his head like a rattle drum. Only when the cold air around him dissipated did he dare to secretly let out a sigh of relief. "When will they be competing?" Hank glanced at him coldly and asked. "It seems to be three days later." Keith blurted out. Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head from co-pilot. "Mr. Barnwell, but three days later, we have a very important bid..." A sharp gaze instantly made him feel like he was being pricked by needles. He immediately added in a low voice, "However, if you need it, I will inform the other side and ask them to change the date..." Inside the car, the atmosphere quieted down. After a long time, Hank twisted his tie and two words came out of his throat. "No need." Three days later. The preliminary round of Cloud Town's race began. However, it was only eight in the morning, and the contestants were basically already in position. The organizer also came to the scene early. "President Anderson, I heard that there is a new investor." "Yes, it is also luck." The middle-aged man in a suit turned his head and replied with a smile. "That's because you guys did well in the competition. I heard that it was..." "President Anderson!" Suddenly, a gentle voice came from behind the two of them.

President Anderson's expression tightened, and then he turned around, a flattering smile already on his face. "Oh, Keith is here. Please come this way." Keith nodded and walked over. President Anderson saw that he was the only one who came over. He asked tentatively, "Keith, are you the only one coming today? Mr. Barnwell, he..." Keith looked at President Anderson indifferently. "Mr. Barnwell has other arrangements. I will attend on his behalf. There should be no need for sponsors to do anything in the preliminary round, right?" "Yes, yes, yes. Everything is based on Mr. Barnwell's schedule." President Anderson smiled flatteringly. Even if he was just an assistant of Hank, he had to curry favor with her.