Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 42 Suffocating Pain Alma was completely stunned. She only wanted to scare Lyra. She never thought that she would actually hand her weak spot over to Lyra. "I don't have much tolerance. If I have enmity, I must take revenge! Back then, you guys caused me to lose a child. Then, it wouldn't be too much for me to get back at you now, right?" Lyra cracked a beautiful smile, but her eyes were sharp and fierce. "I am happy to see Hank lose his mind and go crazy." "... Don't do anything stupid. No matter what grudges you have with him, the child in my belly is innocent!" Lyra stared at her and murmured, "Yes, the child is innocent." What about the child she lost? Did anyone care? "No, no, don't come over! Is there anyone outside?" Alma was stunned and shouted in panic. She kept retreating and fell on the toilet. He entire body sank in, and the hem of her dress was completely soaked. However, Lyra still moved forward and approached her, staring at Alma's pale face. "Don't!" Alma screamed from the bathroom. Nore, who had been standing at the door for a long time, could not help but rush in and drag Lyra away. At the same time, the other guests also heard the noise of the women's restroom. Seeing Nore take Lyra away, they heard the sound of crying coming from inside. A few people leaned in to take a look. Alma was sitting in the toilet in a sorry state. Some dirty things had been splashed on her body, very smelly. Most importantly, there was a broom for cleaning the bathroom on her head. She looked like she had crawled out of a pile of garbage. Everyone looked away in disgust, "She's a noble lady after all. How did she end up like this? It's too embarrassing." "Yeah, what is this smell..."

"Lyra, you bitch, I won't let you go!" Alma was so angry that she trembled. At this time, Lyra was pulled to the back garden by Nore. "Are you hurt?" Lyra shook her head gloomily and frowned, "You went in too early. If you give me a little more time, I..." "Don't make a fuss." Nore's eyes darkened. He looked quite worried about her. Lyra turned her head away and did not make a sound. The next second, she was pulled into a not-so-warm embrace, and she could clearly hear his strong heartbeat. "Don't try to be brave. I would rather you beat Alma until she had a miscarriage. No matter what the consequences are, I car bear it for you. However, you know that you don't have the heart to do anything to the child in her belly." "I'm sorry for causing trouble for you." "There are so many reporters at the scene. I'm afraid that the news of you, Mr. Lubi, entering the women's restroom will soon spread. It will more or less affect your reputation." Lyra took a deep breath. Nore's furrowed brows relaxed. "Come on!" He wanted to say something, but when he heard footsteps, he looked back. Sean, the secretary, and the others had already followed him out. "Let's go. You didn't eat anything just now. I'll take you out to eat." Hearing him say that there was something to eat, Lyra hesitated for a moment and followed him. Half an hour later. Alma sat in the room upstairs of the banquet hall. After changing her clothes, she was so angry that she threw things in the room. The agent, Elisa, and Alma's friend, Miranda, did not dare to go in. Elisa stared at the phone and finally saw a call. She pressed the answer button excitedly. "Hello? Keith? Right. Yes, yes, I will go down to pick you up now." Miranda watched Elisa walk away and knocked on the door. "Alright, Hank is here to see you. I won't be the third wheel, so see you. You should get ready. I think he still cares about you. His ex-wife definitely has no chance." In the room, Alma, who was still cursing, looked around and stared at the vase fragments at her feet. At the end of the corridor, Hank walked in a hurry, his eyes particularly cold. The S-level project with the overseas cooperation was not going well. Originally, he was going to work overtime at the company all night. But Alma kept calling, and he could not concentrate on his work. "Open the door." "Yes, Mr. Barnwell. Alma is inside." Elisa quickly opened the door and wanted Hank to coax the lady inside. Hank walked in with a cold face. "Hank!"

Alma wore a sling dress and sat on the carpet with grievance. Her wrists and ankles were covered with blood. "What's going on?" Hank turned her wrist and looked at it. There was indeed a wound, but it was not serious. However, what was the smell on her body? "It's Lyra. She found out that I am here and come to find trouble with me. She also said that she wanted me to get rid of this child. Otherwise, she would kill me." The more Alma cried, the louder her voice became, and she directly threw herself into Hank's arms. "It doesn't matter what I do, but why is my child cursed like this? Hank, what did I do wrong? Is it my fault to fall in love with you?" Alma slowly raised her head and said word by word, "Lyra made me like this. She also said that she wants me to get rid of our child and repay the child she lost." It was not important that Lyra did not say these things. The important thing was that the story she made up was reasonable. All the guests present had witnessed her being humiliated in the bathroom. As for whether there were any wounds on her body or what Lyra had done to her, only the victim's words were enough. As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Hank's expression change with her own eyes. "How about I go beg her to let me go?" Alma wiped her tears. "Did she really say that?" Hank frowned. Alma's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that her lie had been seen through? She bit her fingertips and quietly nodded. Hank's expression was unreadable. "Where is she?" "She dragged away with that pretty boy Lubi. In terms of seducing men, who can compare to her?" Alma added. Seeing a cold look in his eyes, she immediately shut her mouth.