Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 157

Chapter 157 Cuckold

Who could refuse Hank's decision? A few minutes later, they still sat together in a private room.

Unlike the last time, this time, even Davis did not dare to speak carelessly. God knew how miserably he had been beaten last time. Now, he did not dare to look at Lyra anymore.

The table was full of wine, but the glasses in front of everyone were empty, and each of them sat upright, as if they were in a meeting. "Drink,"

Hank said with a frown. Lyra's shoulder was pressed down by him. The moment she moved, he pressed her even harder.

"I want to drink," she said, taking a deep breath. "No. Women can only eat fruits in this kind of place." Hank did not give her any leeway "It seems that Mr. Barnwell often brings people here. You know the rules very well." Lyra gritted her teeth and refused to back down. Hank's face darkened a little.

"If you keep talking, I'll send you to that private room and feed you a drink in public." He suddenly approached, his voice hoarse and charming.

Lyra rolled her eyes at him, picked up a tangerine. "Young Master Jasper, what's going on?" Novah tugged at Jasper. "I don't know." Jasper closed his eyes and shook his head. He couldn't say, he didn't dare to say it. If he said it wrong, he wouldn't be able to keep his business with the Barnwell group. The corners of Novah's mouth twitched. "So the Barnwell family has a new missus now?" Because Alma was pregnant, and she was flaunting her relationship with Hank this whole time, they all thought... But now it seemed that it was not the case at all. "Don't you think that Young Master Barnwell treats Lyra and Alma completely different?"

"That's right!" The three of them sat closer and closer, and finally, their heads were together, quietly

discussing. "What are you talking about?" Hank shouted with a cold face. "... I have something to do at home. I have to go back." Jasper held back such a reason, stood up, and was about to walk out, but just as he took a step, he felt Hank's murderous gaze. He was also anxious and turned around to scold Hank, "You brought a companion. The three of us are staring at each other. Is it fair?"

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Novah and Davis nodded in agreement. Hank leaned against the sofa and smiled indifferently. "You can call people over." "Then she..." After all, some men do want privacy in this kind of place. "It doesn't matter. Miss Jones is experienced and knowledgeable. She doesn't care about these things, right?" He slapped his palm and heavily landed on Lyra's shoulder. It hurt so much that Lyra gritted her teeth and forced out a sentence, "That's right.". Since Hank had already said so, very quickly, many beautiful women came to the private room. Each of them could sing and dance, and they were also very good at drinking. More importantly, they were gentle and knew how to speak. "Young Master Jasper, I think your outfit today is really too handsome." "Young Master Bai, how long has it been since you called me? Don' you miss me?" They drank one cup after another. However, because Lyra was sitting next to Hank, and he didn't look friendly, no woman came to chat with him at all. Lyra kept eating tangerines. Soon, the orange peels were all over the ground. She even threw them to Hank's, hoping that he would get drunk and slip, then he would break his head. How good would that be?

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Perhaps it was because he saw through her thoughts, but the man got up and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he sat on the other side of her.

Lyra secretly cursed. In the end, her ear were picked up by Hank. "I can hear you." "Mr. Barnwell's hearing is really good. You should be a paparazzi." That night was boring for Lyra. It was not until Jasper and the others went to the second round that Hank carried her to the car. "Today, you also saw what kind of man Nore is. Do you want to marry into the Lubi family? I advise you to think twice before you take action." Hank fastened his seat belt.

He did not drink a single mouthful of wine all night. So there was no problem driving. "Boring. Why are you giving me advice? Do you think that Alma is so pure and innocent? She..." Lyra said reluctantly. Suddenly, she looked ahead.

"Ha, Cloud Town is really too small, Mr. Barnwell."

Hank listened to her strange tone and frowned as he looked in that direction. The coldness between his brows instantly spread across his entire face. At the entrance of the bar not far away, the woman standing was Alma and her agent, Elisa.

There were several men who were obviously drunk in front of them. Although there was a distance between them and they could not see clearly, it was very obvious that those men were not good people. Moreover, they were all taking advantage of the women around them. "Tsk, tsk. Women are the same as well. If a man cannot meet her needs...in other words, if someone can't get it up..."

"Lyra."

The corners of Hank's lips curled into a cold warning. But Lyra was not afraid at all. "Do you think they will go for a second round?" "That's enough." Hank pressed the doorknob, but hesitated for a moment and did not go out. "That's right. If you go now, you'll be bringing disgrace upon yourself. Tell the whole world that you're a cuckold." Lyra returned all the words that Hank had said to her earlier. He stared in that direction with a cold face. Lyra went on, "It's fine. Just think about it. At the very least, the child is yours."

"Shut up."

"Fine," Lyra hissed. She was in a good mood and even wanted to have some late-night snack tonight. Alma had just finished eating with a few directors. She planned to say bye and leave because she had already been taken advantage of. This role was probably hers.

"Alma, you are really beautiful. It's a pity that you got married too early." The director was already so drunk that he was dizzy. He lowered his head and approached Alma, even touching her hand.

Alma smiled awkwardly. In her eyes, although becoming famous was important, it could not be compared to marrying Hank. She would not really give these people her body. A little bit of touching was all. "Yes, a little early," she said with a sweet smile. "But it doesn't matter. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to me. Call me twenty-four-seven," the man said as he stuffed a phone into Alma's hand. Alma accepted the phone number with a smile and watched them get into the car and leave.

As soon as the car left, the smile on Alma's face faded. "They haven't gone far yet. Keep smiling." Elisa tugged at her from the side. "I'm tired. Besides, didn't you say you got me a big director? What are they?' Alma snorted unwillingly. "I can't help it. Director Forrest..." Elisa sighed. Just as she was speaking, Director Forrest called. After hearing the other party's words, she immediately smiled and said, "Okay, no problem." "What's wrong?" "Alma, go to Director Forrest's villa now. He wants to talk to you alone."