Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

The Show Was About to Start When Alma heard this, she rushed in front of Lyra and said, "I see. She must be the one behind it." The thick makeup on her face at this time, coupled with a crafty and arrogant appearance, was really repulsive. Since she was a female star and Hank's fiancee, Anna was very respectful and urged Lyra to apologize. "This is your work mistake, and you are responsible for it." "However, am not an aggressive person. If she kneels down and apologizes to me, I can forgive her." Alma raised her chin and rubbed her beautiful nails. Kneel?

Anna and the few assistants did not expect Alma to say this.

Even Chen Xiaorou cast a sympathetic look at Lyra. No matter how powerful she was, she had to bow down to Alma.

After all, Hank was now on Alma's side. "I won't apologize. I did it on purpose." Lyra calmly met the pitiful gazes of the others. "What did you say?" Alma widened her beautiful eyes and raised her hand to hit Lyra.

This was her room!

Moreover, Lyra had made a mistake in front of her, so she would not let Lyra run away

again.

She had to give her two slaps to vent her anger.

She raised her hand, and Lyra caught a glimpse of the figure walking in from the door.

Originally, she could have dodged, but she only leaned slightly to the side and let Alma's finger slide down her cheek. It seemed that Alma had hit her.

In fact, Lyra was not in pain. The force that fell on her face was almost negligible.

Alma sensed that something was wrong. She raised her other hand and was about to hit again. "Stop." Hank shouted coldly. The aura he emitted was extremely oppressive. "Hank?" Alma immediately stopped and ran over to complain, "Lyra caused me to have no jewelry to wear! She is deliberately targeting me. I am only teaching her a lesson." This time, she had seized Lyra's shortcoming. Alma said while looking at Lyra provocatively.

She wanted to see Lyra in a panic, but unexpectedly, Lyra smiled deeply.

That smile seemed to be mocking Alma.

Before she could react, Hank's voice sounded in her ear, "Your makeup is like this, and you still need to wear jewelry?"

One of the important reasons why he had asked Alma to quit the entertainment industry after marriage was that he was very disgusted with her, who had a good appearance but could not make people feel beautiful.

Lyra, who had been married to Hank for two years, was very clear about this.

But Alma still did not understand.

Lyra looked at the two of them indifferently. Although it was somewhat different from her plan, it was fun.

"I want it to match my clothes. Tonight, we will show up together. I have to match your..." The words that Alma wanted to say were forcibly swallowed back by her.

Because at this time, Hank was wearing a very stylish gray suit with a striped shirt, which made his usual cold aura a lot softer. Alma's complicated evening dress did not match Hank at all. "There is still time. Change it." Hank's attention was not on her, and he did not want to get involved. He turned and left.

"Hank..."

Alma retracted her gaze, her tears rolling in her eyes.

It turned out that what Lyra had done seemed unimportant.

Because no matter how she dressed up, Hank would not spare her another glance. "All of you, get out of here! I want to change my clothes and redo my makeup!" Alma bit the corner of her lips tightly. Lyra and Anna walked out together.

As soon as she closed the door, Anna warned her, "I don't care what kind of grudge you have with Alma, nor do I care who is backing you up. But you are now an intern of MON and one of my subordinates. Be good and persevere until you return to Cloud Town. Don't cause me any more trouble."

"I will try my best." "Anyway, if anything happens to me, you and the company will not protect me," Lyra said with a faint smile.

She knew this better than anyone else.

The first thing she had learned since the accident of the Jones family was to never place her hopes on anyone else.

"You are not afraid of anything, anyway. Take care of yourself." Anna rushed to the main hall. There were still many things waiting for her to deal with there.

Lyra looked at the time and went back to her room. Liu Yuanyuan had already prepared the dress for her.

The moment she saw the one-shoulder evening dress, Lyra was stunned. It was a long dress of traditional Chinese style. All the highlights were at the waist, which could be very good to outline the figure, making it look tall and sexy. Moreover, the main color of this evening dress was beige, which suited the skin color very well. "Not bad, where did you get it?" Lyra stood in front of the dressing mirror and was very satisfied.

Sometimes, if you wanted to make an eye-catching effect, you didn't have to have a gorgeous color. Like Alma, pursuing a dress with heavy makeup will instead highlight all her shortcomings. Liu Yuanyuan muttered in a low voice, "It seems that someone has given it to you.. When I came, the box was at the door. The one I prepared was not comparable to this one at all."

"Is that so? Then tonight, it will be even more interesting. "Lyra chuckled. Liu Yuanyuan did not hear what she said. She took a set of pearl jewelry and watched Lyra put it on. She also put on a very high-level light makeup. "You are so good-looking."

As a girl, Liu Yuanyuan was stunned. "That Hank has a serious aesthetic problem..."

Lyra lowered her head and picked out a red lipstick. She gently applied it on her lips and the show was about to start.

Half an hour later, at the main venue of the Fashion Week, a red carpet had been set

up.

The stars and models arrived one after another. In the beginning, only a few local small stars entered the venue. There were also some small actors who were acting on TV shows and online shows.

Alma sat in the car and changed into a standard purple gauze dress. Her hairstyle and makeup were also ordinary. If she was placed on the red carpet tonight, the number of cameras would probably be pitifully few. She was angry, but when she thought that Hank would enter the venue with her, she felt that it was not impossible to endure. Unfortunately, Hank did not sit in the same car as her.

I Her agent, Elisa, was reporting her schedule to the company. In addition, the sky was

dark. Elisa took a hazy look and replied, "It's his car."

Alma heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing that it was her turn to get out of the car, the corners of her lips curled up into a beautiful smile.

The car door opened and she took the initiative to greet the reporters present.

The reporters looked at each other and whispered, "Is this Cloud Town's star? I don't know her."

"She's wearing pretty ordinary clothes. Let's see who she is walking on the red carpet with."

Alma walked straight to the car behind her and knocked on the door. "Hank?"

The door was closed and Alma frowned. Just as she was puzzled, the door opened.

The person who walked out was not Hank, but Mr. Opple.