Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 45 It Was Just a Coincidence After Lyra received Hank's call, she could no longer fall asleep. When she wanted to look at the news again, she found that the topic had already been removed. Lyra clicked open the photo of Alma sitting on the toilet bowl, zoomed in, and muttered, "I should splash more water on her head." She regretted it... For not doing it well. Lyra simply packed up and went out to find a job. She went to several design companies in a row, and even applying for an internship was rejected. "Sorry, Miss Jones, our company is no longer recruiting." "Miss Jones, your resume is very nice, but it is not the same as our company's philosophy. Please try somewhere else." To put it bluntly, they were afraid of causing trouble because she had been in prison and had enmity with Hank. Lyra held a cup of instant coffee and sat on the seat in the middle of the office building. She looked at the dense heat rising, surrounded by company white-collar workers passing by. The tallest building in the distance was so dreamy. The top of the building had the sign - Barnwell group. Lyra still remembered that when Hank bought the building and decorated it, she was stopped outside the door and could not even take a step in. She even foolishly placed the lunchbox she brought on the front desk and begged the employee to help her send it in. However, when she walked around, she saw the lunchbox lying quietly in the trash can. At that time, she still did not understand that not only Hank didn't care about her kindness, but also completely felt disgusted and hateful. Why did he want to marry a woman that he hated so much? Lyra felt that her eyes were a little dry. She lowered her head and forcefully wiped away the tears that should not be there. "Hello, are you Miss Jones?" Lyra looked up. It was a young and thin face. He was quite tall. Lyra was sure that she had never seen him before, but his voice sounded a little familiar.

"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?" "This is my business card. We've talked on the phone before." He handed over a business card. Prosperity Financial Group, business manager Vincent Priestley. "You..." Vincent's silver frame glasses flashed in the sunlight. "If you need help, I can introduce you to the manager of the MON design company." "MON? The top company that specializes in sending talents to international runway shows!" Lyra was surprised and vigilant. "Yes, Miss Jones. Do you need me to help you contact them?" Vincent pushed up his glasses. "You... Why are you helping me?" "30 million is not a small sum. With your current situation, it should be difficult to pay back the debt on time." Lyra was speechless. She felt that it made sense. Vincent went to make a call. When he came back, he gave Lyra an address. "It just so happens that their company has a plan to train interns recently. You can go there tomorrow morning." "It's that simple?" The matter that she had been busy with for a few days was solved so easily! Vincent nodded and told Lyra to pay on time. "Our boss has a bad temper. You must not escape from your debts." "Got it." Lyra watched Vincent leave, and the doubts in her eyes became more and more serious. Since the Jones family had an accident, she had to be more careful when she was in trouble. No one would help you for no reason. This debt collection agency must have some unspeakable secret. However, she would go to MON. All the people who studied design dreamed of working there. Lyra gritted her teeth. She could not give up this opportunity. On the other side, Hank had just finished his work. The moment he got off the plane, he received a call from Alma. After hanging up three times, she cried and went to the Barnwell group to stop him. She said that she wanted to attend a friend's birthday party. However, she had gotten a lot fatter recently and wanted to buy new clothes. Hank gave her a black card with a five million credit limit. But Alma was not satisfied and insisted that he accompany her. "Hank, is this one good?" Alma held up her arms and circled around the mirror. The man sat on the sofa and closed the financial magazine in his hand. He looked up and hummed. He never thought that Alma was beautiful. At most, she was good-looking. He was with her because of the pendant. Now, it was because of the child in her belly.

His phone rang and he answered. Vincent's voice came from the other side. "Mr. Barnwell, the matter has been settled. According to your request, Lyra will go to MON early tomorrow morning and become thei intern. Moreover, she didn't doubt anything." Hank hung up the phone and leaned against the sofa. Alma changed her clothes again. When she came out, she saw that Hank was a little tired. She was no longer in the mood to shop. She arrogantly ordered the clerk, "I don't want this one. Wrap the rest up." She was about to walk forward when she suddenly saw a person walking into the shop. Enemies often met on a narrow road. At the same time, Lyra also saw Alma and the man sitting on the sofa opposite her. Thinking that she was going to work in MON, she had to buy some decent clothes no matter what. So she came over to see if there were any simple but classic sets. Those kinds of clothes would be at discounts. However, she encountered them so unlucky. Lyra looked away and was ready to get done quickly. When she saw a set of clothes, she pointed and said, "I want to try this one." "I want exactly the same one!" Alma immediately said. On the sofa, the man frowned and did not say a word. It was a coincidence. Not only did they meet each other, they even had the same taste of choosing clothes. Lyra was tall and she would look very elegant in this outfit, but if Alma, who was pregnant, wore it, it would be barely satisfactory. After getting the clothes, Alma proudly entered the locker room first. Lyra was bumped by her, but she did not say anything and opened the outermost door. She was not pregnant was faster. When she came out, Alma was still inside.

Hank looked up inadvertently, and his gaze could not move away at that moment. He had to admit that Lyra was one of the best in both her figure and appearance. "Miss, this dress is simply tailor-made for you." The shopkeeper praised. Lyra looked at the mirror and also felt that it was not bad. The whole time, she treated the man on the sofa as air.