Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Just a Joke

Lyra calmly met Hank's slightly complicated gaze and explained to Mr. Opple, "I do have some entanglement with these two people. He is my ex-husband, and this woman is his fiancee." The relationship was a little complicated, and Mr. Opple's gaze swept over the three of them.

Hank's face sank. What he said was useless, and the contract with Opple Group had to be put on hold again!

Watching her smiling and talking to Mr. Opple, Hank pulled Alma and took her out.

"Hank, they have known each other for a long time. Why is that person so friendly to Lyra?..." Alma muttered.

"Go back to the hotel now. If you say one more word, you will disappear from my eyes forever."

Alma's eyes were overflowing with tears. This was the first time she had seen Hank look so disgusted.

She did not understand what she had done wrong.

She had just hated Lyra and came to see her.

Hank directly ordered the driver to send her back and then turned back. He wanted to redeem the cooperation with Mr. Opple, but the other party had already left.

Lyra looked at his angry look and smiled.

Today's play was really beautiful. “Stop.”

Hank turned his wrist and pushed her onto the cold wall.

Lyra was exceptionally calm. The corner of her mouth even flashed a smile. "What? Mr. Barnwell doesn't like this play? I think the female lead acted well."

"You... schemed against me?"

Right now, he wished he could strangle this woman to death, and he was also upset that he should not have been soft-hearted and given her a chance to fight back.

Lyra blinked her eyes, and there was no fear on her face at all.

"I was just joking with you. Do you know that your fiancee almost pushed me into the sea and drowned me?" She blinked.

Hank was indeed aware of this matter.

"She doesn't have the guts. Maybe she just said it casually and was heard by someone with ulterior motives."

Lyra couldn't help but laugh. "Anyway, Mr. Opple won't cooperate with your company anymore. I won." After saying that, Lyra took advantage of the time when Hank was distracted and shook off his hand. She walked to another table and took a cake.

"Actually, I have another purpose today, which is to thank you. Thank you for letting me enter MON." Lyra smiled, placed the cake in front of Hank, and then left. She would not tell Hank that today was a specia day, the wedding anniversary of the two of them.

She was afraid that he would never remember.

Lyra walked out of the main entrance, facing the cool sea breeze outside. She took a deep breath. She had officially declared war with Hank.

From this moment on, she had to be alert every minute.

She didn't know when she would die in the hands of that man.

As soon as Lyra returned to the hotel, she met Xu Ya in the lobby.

Xu Ya was wearing a beige dress and a ponytail. She looked particularly youthful and beautiful. When she saw Lyra, she ran over. "Sister Lyra, the company asked us to go and get the decorations for the Fashion Week. Are we going now?"

"You and me?" "Yes, I've already arranged a car." Xu Ya nodded with a smile.

Did they need a car to get some decorations? It seemed that the place was far away. "Let's go." Lyra narrowed her eyes. Xu Ya smiled brightly and even took the initiative to open the car door for her. "I am car- sick. I'll sit outside." This kind of local taxi was open on one side. Lyra only glanced at her indifferently. While no one was paying attention, she took something out of her bag and held it in her hand. "Driver, let's

go."

At this time, Chen Xiaorou had already been called into the room by Alma and was scolded. "You are really a fool. You couldn't even do such a small thing!" Alma raised her hand and was about to throw the glass cup in her hand. "Miss Kensley, it's all my fault. Don't get angry. Be careful not to hurt the baby." Chen Xiaorou urged in a low voice.

Baby?

Alma suddenly woke up and muttered, "Yes, I am with a baby."

Hank must have been angry at her for only a moment or put on an act to show Mr. Opple.

As long as she followed his instructions, Mrs. Barnwell's position would definitely still be hers.

With this in mind, Alma's mood was not so bad. She glared at Chen Xiaorou, "In the future, keep an eye on Lyra for me. If she makes any movements, you have to tell me."

Especially this Fashion Week, after the scandal between her and Hank's wedding, it was her first public appearance. She absolutely could not allow it to be destroyed by Lyra again. "Okay, I got it." Chen Xiaorou quickly said.

She quietly left the room, closed the door, and secretly muttered, "Even if ten of you joined forces, you still wouldn't be able to defeat Lyra."

After Lyra's torment, the cooperation between the Barnwell group and the Opple Group was completely destroyed.

Hank returned to the hotel and asked Keith to contact Mr. Opple, but it was rejected. "Think of a way. I must see him in person this week." Hank loosened his tie. The table was full of the reports from his meetings these days.

For this S-level project, he had put in all his effort, and as long as there was a chance to talk face to face, he was absolutely confident in convincing the other. Everything had been well prepared, but it was ruined by Alma. When he thought of how she had made a scene in the restaurant just now, Hank felt

even more anxious. This was his future wife?

After some investigation, Keith came to a conclusion. "Mr. Barnwell, this Fashion Week has also invited the old madam of the Opple family. Perhaps Mr. Opple will also participate." "If you, as Miss Kensley's male partner, participate in Fashion Week, you should be able to meet him." Keith adjusted his glasses. After a short silence, Hank waved his hand. "Go and arrange it." He only wanted the result.

"By the way, Mr. Barnwell, you asked me to pay attention to Miss Jones. She seems to be in some trouble today."

The man raised his eyebrows and a cold light flashed in his eyes.