Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 44 Side Effects The next morning, while Lyra was still asleep, her phone kept ringing. She was in the rain last night and felt dizzy. She opened her eyes to see the news and missed calls on the phone. "Lyra, wake up. The paparazzi have reported your conflict with Alma." "Don't go out for the next few days. Tell me if you need anything. I'll pick you up." "Reply to me when you see the message." It was all sent by Nore. Lyra looked at the missed calls again, and there were several debts calls. Lyra threw aside the phone and covered her head, wanting to go back to sleep. But the phone rang again. The vibrating sound was noisy on the quilt. Lyra took the phone in frustration. She did not look at the number and shouted directly, "Are you done yet? I have no money! If I have money, I will pay it back." There was a silence on the other side. Then, a cold voice came from the phone. "If you lack money, I can find a job for you." "Hank?" Lyra woke up in an instant. She took out her phone and looked at it in disbelief. The person who called her was actually him. The time was at 7:05. "No need. Goodbye." Lyra grabbed her phone. Before he could speak again, the call had already been hung up. On the other side, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a tall figure was standing. Hank glanced coldly at the phone and gripped it tightly. This woman was always stubborn. Thinking of Lyra's tone on the phone, the man's temples throbbed, and his mood in the morning was ruined. He picked up his coat and took the president's private elevator downstairs. The business car door opened, and Davis and Novah came up together. "Hank is ready. This project will definitely satisfy the partner." Their goal was to take down this S-level project.

"What's going on? Wasn't he fine when he came out in the morning? Did Alma make trouble with him again?" Davis asked in surprise. "I don't know." Novah turned his head to look behind him. Davis leaned against the seat to check his phone, bored. "Hank, have you seen the news? Lyra beat up Alma!" Davis sat up and cried in surprise. Hank didn't respond and just snorted indifferently. "Do you want me to find someone to solve the problem?" "How do you want to solve it?" Hank asked. "Get someone... No, never mind. I was not serious." Davis was shocked by Hank's cold gaze halfway through his words. The surveillance video at that time clearly showed that although Lyra pushed Alma and teased her, she did not hurt her with the sharp blade or the child in her belly. Alma took the opportunity to humiliate herself and deliberately slandered Lyra. In the makeup room of Starshade Media Corp. Alma had just finished her hairstyle and impatiently turned on her phone, wanting to see how her fans and passers-by had scolded Lyra. However, the truth made her jaw drop. Only a few people were scolding Lyra. More people were actually concerned about how she, Alma, was pregnant and even attended that kind of banquet. There were even people who laughed at her for being made into such a state by Lyra. "Damn it! It must be Nore who helped influence the public opinion." "That bitch ruined my image!" Alma frowned and paced in the dressing room. She called Hank again, but he didn't answer. She had to call Keith again. But before she could speak, Keith's voice came from the phone, "Miss Kensley, Mr. Barnwell has already boarded the plane. It's not convenient to talk." "He's on a business trip again? Why didn't he tell me?" "Help me tell Hank that the paparazzi exposed the fact that Lyra hit me. I feel very unwell now. My stomach hurts!" Alma was anxious. "Miss Kensley, Mr. Barnwell already knows. He hopes that you can take good care of yourself and don't show up in the public. Don't participate in the fashion week." "What?" Alma was furious. "Now that the media reporters are making a big fuss, it is not convenient for Mr. Barnwell to intervene. He hopes that you can be careful with your words and actions and not cause trouble for Mr. Barnwell. That's it."

Keith was only passing on Hank's words. But after hearing these words, Alma almost exploded in anger. If not for Lyra, she would have moved into Barnwell's Manor by now. The call was hung up, and Alma finally realized something. Hank was angry with her! "Why did you come out of prison? Why did you show up in front of Hank?" Alma gritted her teeth. Alma looked through the contact list on her phone. At the bottom, there was a number named X. It was a friend she had known before her debut. He was now a small chief in the gray industry. She remembered that the Jones family still owed a lot of debts. Alma smiled coquettishly and dialed the number. “Xavier, it's me, Alma." Keith put down his phone and immediately reported the situation to Hank. "You handled it well," the man said tiredly. Keith nodded slightly and quietly left the business class. The plane slowly glided forward. Hank leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and gripped the armrest of the chair tightly His breathing gradually became heavier. Ever since his parents had an accident, he would feel very uncomfortable and suffocated when the plane took off at a high speed. Every time he went on a business trip, he had to rely on his willpower to survive. The Psychiatrist said that this was because of his PTSD. In his heart, he was unwilling to accept the fact that his parents had died. "Dear passengers, the plane has entered the stratosphere and is flying stably." Hank opened his eyes again, and there was a faint trace of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were cold. This was the pain that the Jones family had brought him that he would never be able to get rid of for the rest of his life.