Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Make Him Satisfied

Hank's expression suddenly turned fierce. He turned around and stared at Lyra's fair face. "What did you say?" "Mr. Barnwell's ears are not good. I said, I agreed. You can do whatever you want. As long as you let the racing association redo the evaluation." Lyra said this with all her courage She was betting. She was betting on the chance for Nore to make a comeback.

In any case, everything that was supposed to happen between them had already happened. No matter how perverted Hank was, Lyra could still grit her teeth and endure it. It was only one night. Her hands were behind her back, tightly clenched. Otherwise, she would tremble beyond words. As soon as she finished speaking, Hank quickly walked back and approached Lyra in a few steps.

Her teeth pressed against her lips, trying not to show any fear. "Mr. Barnwell, can you do it tonight?" "Okay, tonight." The man only left this sentence before turning to leave.

As soon as the door closed, all the strength on Lyra's legs dissipated. She took a deep breath in confusion. "He won't. No matter what, he won't..." Deep in her heart, there was a panic that could not be concealed. She did not know how Hank would treat her. She could only pray in this way. Other than her, no one else could change the current outcome and give Nore justice. Lyra lowered her eyes. This was the only thing she could do. A few minutes later, Keith knocked on the door. "Miss Jones, Mr. Barnwell's car is waiting for you downstairs." "Alright."

She braced herself and walked into the elevator.

There was no sign of Hank in the car.

Lyra did not ask much and sat in. She adjusted her phone to silent mode in advance, her fingers clenched back and forth. Keith opened the door and told the driver, "Go to Crown Hotel."

But he did not get in the car, and then closed the door. Lyra frowned and the car slowly drove out of the parking lot. Hank, you are really not satisfied.

Crown Hotel was a star hotel with rapid development in recent years. The VIP cards of this hotel were only handed to top celebrities of Cloud Town.

Lyra was left at the door by the driver, and a manager came over. "Miss Jones, right? Please come with me."

Lyra stepped into this luxurious place step by step. With every step she took, it was like she was walking towards hell.

The manager took her upstairs and came to the door of a suite.

"Please come in." Lyra could not tell the meaning of the smile in the other person's eyes. She slowly reached out and opened the door. This was not just a suite, there was also a place to drink and sing. It was not just Hank inside, there were also many of his friends and business partners. He was socializing? Lyra suddenly appeared, and everyone inside was looking at her.

"Isn't this Miss Jones? You actually chased our Young Master Barnwell here?" Davis mocked.

In their eyes, Lyra was the kind of woman who took the initiative to come to their door and kept pestering Hank.

Lyra followed the light inside and looked over. Hank was sitting alone on the innermost sofa, holding a glass of wine in his hand, like a king who ruled over everything. In front of him, Lyra was not qualified to bargain. She took a deep breath and walked bravely. She ignored Davis' ridicule and stood in front of Hank.

"Oh, my hand slipped. Miss Jones, sorry to trouble you," Davis said as he dropped the cup in his hand.

Lyra had a look of forbearance on her face as she raised her eyes to look at Hank. With just a glance, Lyra understood. She was as obedient as a trained servant. Without tools, she could only pick them up one by one with her hands and tissues. On the sofa, there was a mocking and taunting voice.

"Tsk, tsk. The young miss who lived in prison is really different. She works really well." "Mr. Barnwell is too attractive. She has already been divorced but she still tries to kiss his ass."

Kiss his ass? Lyra lowered her eyes and still did not refute. She packed up the glass fragments and stood next to Hank. He glanced at Lyra's neither servile nor overbearing attitude and felt bored. He raised his hand and drank up the wine in his glass.

Lyra moved over and wanted to fill his up with wine. She needed Hank to be in a good mood. If he was in a good mood, there would be hope for the investigation to restart. Unexpectedly, before her hand touched the cup, it was blocked by Davis.

"This is not your turn to do this." He whistled towards the door.

A dozen young, beautiful, and voluptuous beauties immediately walked in. They entered their embrace with smiles on their faces. The men's laughter also became even louder.

There were also people who pushed Lyra to the side in order to get close to Hank. "Mr. Barnwell, let me toast to you." The beautiful woman did not dare to call Hank brother directly. She smiled sweetly and used her red lips to hold the wine in her mouth as she leaned closer to Hank.

Was this how they talk business?

Lyra retracted her gaze and turned her head away. Her movements of hiding fell into Hank's eyes. He got rid of the woman beside him with a cold face and ordered Lyra, "Come here." Lyra felt the jealousy and hatred in the eyes of the two beauties. She sighed helplessly and walked over. "Mr. Barnwell, do you want to drink?" He narrowed his eyes and raised his wrist. "Do the same."

Lyra looked over and saw the scene...

"Sorry, Mr. Barnwell. I only know how to pour wine." She forced herself to smile. The next second, the wine glass in Hank's hand was thrown out and smashed into the opposite wall. Fragments of the glass scattered all over the ground. "Tomorrow, the news of Thunder Cup's accident will be announced. You still have seven hours." He glanced at his watch and his tone was cold to the extreme. If he was not satisfied, the racing association would announce the unjust investigation result to everyone.

If Black Horse's team wanted to turn the tables, it would be difficult. Moreover, they would also let the real culprit get away. Lyra gritted her teeth. She had been forced into a desperate situation.. Hank tightened his fingers and slowly clenched his fists. It seemed that she did not like Nore very much. He actually felt a little more joy in his heart. However, Lyra suddenly picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Then, she walked towards him. There was no hesitation on her fair face. She slowly approached him, her arm propped up on the sofa, and slowly pressed her lips against his cold and thin lips. A trace of red wine flowed down the corner of her lips and entered his lips. Such a charming scene was seen by everyone. Davis sneered, The dignified daughter of the Jones family is bowing her head in front of Young Master Barnwell! "Let's go first. Young Master Barnwell's expression is not right." Novah stopped him at the right time. "Go?"

Davis did not react. On the other side, Hank quickly pushed Lyra away, picked her up, and entered the room inside. Lyra only felt that the sky and earth were turned upside down. She lay on the soft bed, and the next second, Hank pulled off his tie and got on top of her. His eyes seemed to be burning with flames. “For him, you can have no shame.” His hand gripped her chin tightly, and the pain surged. Lyra had no choice but to grab his wrist with both hands. "You asked me to...", Before she could finish her sentence, he had already kissed her lips. Lyra struggled, but he was too forceful. "You do whatever I tell you to do? Why are you so cheap after divorcing me?"