Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Take Care of Yourself

On the other side of the line, Nore was confused.

"Lyra, if you need my help, you must tell me. Also, the one we met on the road that day..." He had just heard his mother say that Xu Ya went to MON as an intern and went to Fashion Week as an assistant.

He was worried about Lyra, so he called. "I'm not in the mood right now. I want to sleep first." Lyra did not wait for him to finish speaking. She hung up the phone and buried her head into the quilt. At the same time, she did not know that her dispute with Chen Xiaorou on the beach had been sent back to the domestic media. MON's public relations manager also noticed this small piece of news. He was immediately dissatisfied with Lyra's actions.

However, when he reported this matter to the higher-ups, the reply he received was, "There is no need to interfere."

Under normal circumstances, they would have dismissed the small intern who had brought bad influence to the company.

The public relations manager frowned. He really could not understand. A woman who had been abandoned by Hank, could a bankrupt socialite who had been looked down upon by people in Cloud Town still have the ability to make a comeback? Susan happened to walk past him. She tore the report and threw it back at him. "She is now my assistant, and she is also one of the newcomers that the company will focus on training in the future. If you have the spare time, why don't you go to the toilet and smoke a cigarette? Don't target at my people." She said fiercely, anger flashing through her eyes. "Yes, Ms. Lee. Don't be angry. I will go now." The public relations manager quickly trotted away

Susan looked at the scraps of paper on the ground and left with a frown. The moment Lyra woke up, she saw the message Susan sent her. There was only one sentence in the message. "Someone in the company has set their eyes on you. Take care of yourself."

Lyra suddenly became spirited.

She replied. 'Please rest assured! After that, she changed into the red dress according to the plan and rushed to the Intercontinental Hotel. Was she afraid of being targeted? She had been quite used to being secretly attacked.

Whoever touched her, she would pay it back tenfold.

Today, she would begin with Alma.

Lyra did not take a taxi but walked all the way to the Intercontinental Hotel. She felt that someone had been following her.

She smiled and stepped up the stairs. At the same time, a car stopped at the entrance of the Intercontinental Hotel. It was Mr. Opple, the eldest son of the old woman.

After he noticed Lyra, he waved his hand in a friendly manner. Lyra also nodded to him.

Out of courtesy, Lyra waited for the other person to come up and walked in together.

"I didn't have the time to ask last time. What is your name, Miss?" Mr. Opple was a mixed-blood. Although his Chinese was not fluent, he could communicate normally. As far as Lyra knew, he was the current executive chairman of the Opple Group.

"Lyra Jones."

From a distance, Alma was standing vigilantly, wearing a hat and a veil. She saw that Lyra was wearing such a beautiful dress and was meeting a man who looked a little rich. More importantly, this man was obviously quite old.

Alma secretly took out her phone and took a picture of them.

When she returned to China and sent these to the media, she could wait for Lyra to be scolded as a shameless vixen!

She was already beginning to look forward to that day. However, she did not know that she was walking step by step into Lyra's trap. "I came here for an appointment. See you next time, Mr. Orph." Lyra smiled In her heart, she silently said sorry. Because she had unknowingly made use of the other party. Before she came, she had already inquired about the Barnwell group's recent movements. Hank wanted to get the authorization of an S-level project from the Opple Group She was his ex-wife, so of course, she had to help him. "Okay, hopefully, we will meet again." The two of them went their separate ways and sat on different sofas in the dining room. There was a table between them.

Alma stood at the entrance and looked inside. A cold and solemn figure appeared at the entrance. Hank brought Keith along and walked over.

She hurriedly hid behind the decorations and watched as Hank walked into the dining

room.

At that moment, she was about to collapse.

They really made an appointment! Because she was pregnant, Hank was lonely. After seeing Lyra, he rekindled his old feelings for her and went on a date with her now. Alma's mind was blank and she couldn't care about anything. She couldn't lose to Lyra like this. She rushed in rashly, forgetting Wendy's warning to her. She shouted in public, "Hank, why did you do this to me?" At that time, Hank was preparing to sit down in front of Mr. Opple. Alma's appearance interrupted his words and attracted everyone's attention. Lyra sat in the back and smiled, "Showtime." In this kind of high-end hotel, no one would be so unreasonable. For a moment, Alma endured the annoying gazes of many people, but she was already mad with anger. She directly rushed over and grabbed Hank. "Hank, didn't you say that you were working? You lied to me!" The man's face sank. "Get out first," he immediately grabbed Alma. "I won't!" Alma struggled with all her might. She used both her hands and feet and almost fell.

She suddenly pounced forward and knocked over the teacup on the table, causing both Mr. Opple and Hank to be very unhappy. "Miss Kensley, be careful. Aren't you pregnant?" Lyra looked at her leisurely with one hand on her chin and said at the right time. Hearing Lyra's voice, Alma suddenly looked over and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why didn't Lyra sit at the same table as them? Was she mistaken?

But now, it was too late.

"Get out immediately." Hank couldn't suppress his anger and wanted to push her away.

"No, I... Hank, I was deceived by Lyra. She set me up!" Alma's chest heaved violently because of anger. Her face was red and she muttered, "I thought you two had an affair. I didn't expect it to be like this. Who is he?"

She pointed at Opple's face without any manners.

"Mr. Barnwell, who is this?" Mr. Opple looked unhappy as he tidied up the stains on his suit.

Hank directly pulled Alma behind him.

"Mr. Opple, I am very sorry. She is my fiancee." The last word was ground out from his teeth. A second ago, Alma had already crossed the bottom line of his disappointment. Lyra was eating melon seeds behind him. "I don't think it is necessary. There is no need to talk about the cooperation with your company." Mr. Opple sighed regretfully. With such a fiancee, how could this president of the company be worthy of his expectation?

Mr. Opple turned around and left. Hank left Alma behind and chased after him. "Mr. Opple..."

"Let me explain."

"I was tricked by that woman!" Alma quickly stepped forward and blocked Mr. Opple's path. "Shut up." Hank grabbed her wrist and said fiercely.