Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 50

Kill Me If You Can

“Who does that guy think he is? How dare he treat my daughter like that?” Lachlan cursed in the living

room. “My dad values your opinion. Help me persuade him!” Alma was anxious and quickly grabbed

the corner of Wendy‘s clothes. When Wendy thought about how Lyra would most likely come to her

because of what happened to the Jones family, she was so scared that he could not sleep. She must

firmly win over the Kensley family and her daughter! “Forget it, I‘ll go find him!” Alma made up her mind.

“Now that the news is spread, Mr. Barnwell must be very angry. I think it‘s better if you don‘t go over. If

you are stopped by reporters...” Wendy stopped her. Hearing that Wendy was always thinking for her

and giving advice, Alma didn‘t seem to dislike her that much. “Then tell me, what should I do?” Wendy

smiled and whispered in Alma‘s ear. She didn‘t need to personally deal with Lyra, just let someone else

do it. “I understand!” Alma gritted her teeth. After Wendy left, Alma dialed Xavier‘s number. “Is

everything done?” A very unfamiliar voice came from the other side. “Miss Kensley, you won‘t ask Burt

to do anything anymore.” “Who are you?”

Alma suddenly stood up. “Priestley. Miss Kensley, don‘t make this call again. In the future, there will be

no more Burt.” Vincent only said this and hung up the phone. He threw the phone into the sea.

“Vincent, it‘s all done,” one of the lackeys said. On the sea not far away, a small boat was quietly

drifting. On the boat lay a man who had lost consciousness.

Vincent yawned, “Let‘s go back. It‘s late, Brother Logan and Mr. Barnwell will think that we are getting

rusty.”

On the other side of the line, Alma sat on the carpet in a daze.

What to do!

Could it be that Hank found out?

Half an hour later.

Hank sat on the sofa in the hotel room. Keith stood in front of him and reported, “I have already

contacted the major media. They will immediately remove all the headlines about your scandal. In

addition, I have found that the photos of you were released by Lyra.” NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“And those photos are expensive,” Keith said carefully.

Hank‘s eyes were cold, and his knuckles were cracking.

He was soft–hearted for a moment and had Brother Logan save her out from the punks, but she bit the

hand that fed her.

Great. “Where is she now?” When Hank asked this question, he could no longer suppress his anger.

“At Maple Apartments.”

Keith reported. Hank went straight to the parking lot. Her eyes looked like he wanted to hang Lyra up

and beat her.

Seventeenth floor, Building 9, Maple Apartments.

Lyra wore gloves and kept wiping the oil painting traces in the room. The entire floor of the apartment

was filled with Susan‘s drafts.

When she arrived here just now, Susan did not blame her for being late. Instead, he asked her to clean

up the place and left. Lyra knelt on the ground and thought about how funny it was for Hank to be

surrounded by people while naked. “I should stay and watch for a while.” Her phone vibrated. It was a

call from Nore.

“Are you alright? Where are you now? I‘ll go see you!” Nore asked anxiously. “I‘m working overtime,”

Lyra mumbled. She wanted to go out for some fresh air. So she took off her gloves and walked out. “If

you have trouble, just tell me. Don‘t carry it on your own.” Lyra grunted, her gaze fixed on a car that

was driving into the neighborhood. “Don‘t worry, Nore. I know what I‘m doing.”

She put down her phone and watched Hank get out of the car and enter the apartment building she

was in. She sneered and dialed another number. Then she went to open the door and saw the man

walking toward her with anger in his eyes.

“Mr. Barnwell‘s people are really efficient.” Lyra clicked her tongue.

“Now, do you still think it‘s fun?” The man suddenly approached her, grabbed her neck, and his tall

figure pressed her against the wall. The distance between the two of them was only half a millimeter. “I

shouldn‘t have saved you.”

“But you still helped me pay the debt, right?” Lyra chuckled.