Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 136

Chapter 136 The Price

"Mr. Barnwell! Welcome, welcome. I am really relieved that you have come to visit me." He Pingru was as vain as the rumors said. When he faced Hank, he was full of smiles and almost knelt down to wipe his shoes. As usual, Hank's expression was still indifferent. He only glanced at He Pingru, and then Keith behind him said, "Mr. Barnwell's time is limited. It is best to end it in twenty minutes." "I see. Good, good. No problem!" He suddenly looked behind him, his eyes fixed on Lyra, and then waved his hand to signal Lyra to come over. Lyra was now representing Black Horse's team. Originally, there were not many female drivers in this group. In addition, almost everyone knew her relationship with Hank. She walked over, and there were already some whispers and discussions around her.

"Mr. Barnwell, this is the representative of Black Horse's motorcade. I invited you to come here today to explain something. The results of our investigation are here, but I hope this matter will end here." Lyra raised her eyebrows and did not express her opinion. Hank glanced at her and pressed his eyebrows down. "Reason?" "Well... Mr. Barnwell, take a look first and you'll know." He Pingru laughed dryly, and there was a hint of flattery in his tone. Just as Hank reached out to take it, Lyra took a step forward and said, "I was at the scene at the time of the accident. It's more appropriate for me to look at it." Her fingertips swept across Hank's hand.

The man's wrist paused, and there was no displeasure on his face. His gaze then fell on Lyra, and he watched quietly. Lyra opened the results of the investigation in public, and her brows knitted tighter and tighter. "Have you finished reading it?" He Pingru coughed.

He reached out to take it, but Lyra dodged it.

She stood up immediately. "With this result, you still think it was an accident? How shameless!"

Then, she threw the report in front of Hank. "Mr. Barnwell, I want to hear what you have to say." All of a sudden, the atmosphere became very anxious. He Pingru did not expect that Lyra, who looked gentle and weak, would be so difficult

to control when she was angry. Moreover, she actually dared to get so mad in front of Hank...

No wonder they would divorce.

If he had known earlier, he would have met Hank alone.

Great. He originally wanted to sell a favor to Hank and strive for the investment for the next competition, but now it was all ruined.

Immediately, his attitude towards Lyra became a little unhappy.

"Miss Jones, this is the racing association. It is not a place where you can act recklessly. If you continue to do this, I will ask you to go out."

"Heh..."

Lyra sneered and took out a recording pen from her pocket. "I uploaded it in real time. What we said has already been transmitted to my computer. If you chase me out now, I will release the recording on the Internet." "You!" He Pingru had not expected that Lyra would do this. He gritted his teeth in anger. At this time, Hank had also finished reading the report. For a moment, his face was extremely gloomy. Previously, he had only asked Keith to replace out that Alma had bribed two staff members to tamper with the brakes. However, it was only a witness and testimony. He could still suppress it with his own strength. But... The situation was different now. After a week of investigation, the Racing Association had already grasped conclusive evidence and the timeline was very clear. Based on the evidence they had now, not to mention sending Alma to prison, it was also easy to convict her of murder. If this continued, this matter could not be suppressed. And it was very likely to involve the entire Barnwell group. Hank pressed down on his forehead. He never made a loss. "President He, please go out first. I want to talk to Lyra alone." Hank emphasized the word alone.

"Okay, okay, no problem. The two of you can talk slowly."

He Pingru cast a look and the people from the racing association immediately cleared the area.

"I just talked to the people from Black Horse's team. They won't accept any bribes or

compromises. We want the truth." "Why?" "This stalemate won't be good for you or Nore, or the team.." Hank smiled carelessly. Moreover, it was possible to throw Nore's racing career into it.

After all, no competition would hope for a tainted racer to participate. Even though Lyra was already mentally prepared, when facing Hank alone, she still felt that her momentum was suppressed by him. In this world, only with capital could one have the right to speak. In front of him, Lyra was just struggling to survive. Hank threw the report in front of Lyra. "State your conditions," he said. His eyes looked as if he was sure that Lyra would relent.

The countermeasure that Lyra had come up with great difficulty was shattered at that moment. He knew too well how to grasp the weakness of his opponent. Lyra could grit her teeth and disagree. What about the others in the convoy? What about Nore?

They needed to keep this team alive. Fighting Hank head-on was no different from striking a stone with an egg.

Losing just like that?

Lyra was unwilling. She clearly knew what the truth was and Hank also knew!

She bit the corner of her lips, unable to squeeze out a single word for a long time. Hank took in all of her reactions. Looking at her hesitant expression, he only thought that she was feeling sorry for Nore. For a moment, his tone sank. "Even if it was made public, I still have the resources to suppress this matter. Right now, you all still have the qualifications to negotiate. If this continues, even this little bit of benefit will be lost."

His words stabbed into Lyra's heart. She lowered her head, her eyes full of loneliness. "Hank, do you really think that everyone is controlled by you and will live according to your wishes?" she asked. She looked up again and said stubbornly, "I believe in Nore. He will not compromise." "Lyra, I am giving you a chance." Hank clenched his fists. Was she so considerate of Nore? She had to go against him! He had too much tolerance and care for her, so much so that this woman thought she could fight with him.

Just as the man was about to get angry, Lyra suddenly smiled. Then, in front of Hank, she threw the report into the trash can. "Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Barnwell. We don't need it. Just now, I asked the manager of Nore's motorcade to contact the lawyer. From now on, we will no longer listen to the

one-sided words of the racing association."

"We will let the lawyer take charge of this matter. Since the racing association can't give a fair judgment, then we will wait for the judge."

"Lyra, don't go overboard." Hank's eyes turned cold. He didn't want to waste so much time on this matter.

Meeting his gaze, Lyra's smile deepened, "Hank, you forced me to do this. That day at the hospital, you knew that this matter was related to Alma, but you chose to protect her." "She is killing people, do you understand?"