Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 160

Chapter 160 Perfect Matching

Lyra furrowed her brows. She should have thought that this man was more calculating than anyone else. "Mr. Barnwell, you can start now." Helen came over and said politely. "Okay." Hank smiled and led Lyra to the back garden. Looking at the two people coming side by side from afar, the cameraman couldn't help but be moved by this quiet and grand picture. Originally, the design inspiration for this series was the

stars.

The marketing director of Lemour had chosen more than a month among the many male models and actors. There was no one who particularly caught his eye. He happened to see Hank at a business meeting. At that moment, he was sure that the best spokesperson of this series was Hank.

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As for Alma, she was just the female lead that they had to choose. At that time, Alma told everyone how much Hank doted on her and Lemour mistakenly thought that Hank would not agree to shoot with other girls except her. Unexpectedly, he received a notice from the Barnwell group yesterday that Hank would change the female lead. Helen and the advertising director were originally very worried, but after seeing Lyra, they completely changed their original thoughts. Who said that people without acting experience are not suitable for commercial shooting? Who'said that outsiders wouldn't be photogenic? The combination of the handsome man and the beautiful woman in front of him was simply perfect

In addition... "Prepare the press release immediately. The mysterious spokesperson of the new season's high-end series." Helen looked at the progress of the filming with satisfaction and sent a message to the public relations department. What else could be more interesting than a divorced couple getting together again? Once this news article was released, Lemour would definitely take over the hot topic of the next season. Therefore, Helen quickly came up with a bold idea. She walked over and whispered a few words to the photographer. "Can it work?" The photographer was slightly stunned. "How will we know if we don't try? If we win the bet, our year-end bonus will definitely

be doubled."

The photographer gritted his teeth and walked forward, saying to Hank and Lyra, “Can the two of you act more intimate?" Intimate? Lyra was about to quit. What kind of joke was this!? Moreover, this had to be publicized. Even if she didn't show her face, she wouldn't be able to overcome this hurdle in her heart. "..." "Is this okay?" Hank placed his elbow on Lyra's back and gently pulled her into his embrace.

Then, the palm that was wrapped around Lyra's arm slowly tightened, and the distance between the two of them suddenly shortened. "Good, good, very good." The photographer did not expect Hank to be so easy to talk to. He immediately picked up the camera and took a few more pictures. However, when he looked at the films, he raised his head in embarrassment and said, "Can Miss Jones give me some expression?" From the camera, Lyra had a very good temperament, but she had almost no eye contact with Hank. Moreover, she seemed to be very resistant to Hank touching her. This was completely different from the style of the commercial. "Didn't you say that I don't need to show my face?" Lyra frowned.

She said lightly, but she was serious. All of a sudden, the scene became awkward. "That's right. Then please go and rest first. We will set up the next scene." The photographer wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. On the other side, Helen came over to ask about the progress. He whispered, "This Mr. Barnwell's ex-wife is really a character..."

Not only did she not give them any face, but she also did not even give Hank any face. Women outside were fighting for their lives, wanting to meet with Hank, yet she was oblivion about how lucky she was. "Just do our work well. Don't inquire too much about the matters of the wealthy." Helen shook her head helplessly. The cameraman thought that it was right, and quickly took people to do his work. On the other side, Hank picked up a glass of water and was about to drink it when someone snatched it away. Lyra drank up the glass of water and slammed it on the table. "That's mine." The man frowned a little. "I know. I'm afraid you'll poison me." Lyra stared at his face. Who knew what evil intentions he had when he arranged for her to be the female lead of this kind of film?

"I'm not going to kill people in my house," Hank said coldly as he looked at her delicate and beautiful face.

"Who knows?"

After Lyra finished speaking, she ignored Hank's cold and angry expression and turned to change her clothes. She was cursing something as she walked.

Hank helplessly retracted his gaze and rubbed his temples. The phone rang. It was Keith. "Mr. Barnwell, Miss Kensley has already found out about the news. She is now heading to your villa." "Okay, got it." Hank's cold eyes were filled with endless coldness. Last night, Alma did not go to the director, but Hank had already sent people to replace out that she had gone to those so-called meetings more than once. Moreover, she had seen all kinds of people. His patience had already reached its limit. This was also one of the reasons why Lyra had come to replace her.

He thought that Alma would have some self-awareness. Even if she obediently stayed in the Kensley family to reflect on herself, Hank would not really ignore her.

But now, he did not want to give Alma any more leeway.

Half an hour later.

When Alma brought her people into the villa, Hank was taking the second set of photos with Lyra. The white shirt on his upper body matched Lyra's white skirt very well. The two of them leaned against the fence together. Together with the scenery behind them, they seemed to have a special sense of belonging. The two of them were slightly closer to each other, wearing the new couple products of Lemour. A pai of pure gold rings. There was no special design. It was a simple and pure

beauty that symbolized the most sincere promise in one's life. "Lyra Jones!" Alma cursed and was about to rush over. "Miss Kensley, I'm sorry. You can't go over. We are filming.". "What are you filming?I am the female lead! Hurry up and get that slut to come down."

Alma gritted her teeth in hatred. If she hadn't learned of this news from Terry, she would have been kept in the dark. She stared at Lyra's seemingly desireless face, her eyes almost spitting fire. "I'm sorry, Miss Kensley. We have already signed a new contract with Mr. Barnwell. You are no longer the spokesperson of Lemour." Helen replied politely. "Impossible! That bitch seduced Hank! I am Mrs. Barnwell. If you dare to release this commercial, I will not only sue you, but also..." "But also what?" Hank motioned for the filming to stop. He looked up, his eyes suppressing his anger. "..." Alma suddenly felt extremely wronged and almost cried in public. Just as the atmosphere was in a deadlock, Lyra threw the ring in her hand over. "If you like it, take it."