Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Brook Villa Lyra sat in her wheelchair, a mocking smile on her face. In the past, when she was living in luxury, had she ever thought that there would be such a day? Like a homeless dog, there was nowhere to go. The sky gradually darkened, fine raindrops falling from the sky, drop by drop falling on Lyra. As the rain gradually grew heavier, Lyra quickly pushed the wheelchair and found the nearest shelter. "Miss, may I ask if ... need to call an ambulance for you?" A man in a suit stood in front of Lyra with a probing expression. Lyra was stunned. This person looked familiar. Her gaze turned to look behind the man. The resplendent decoration carried the scent of luxury. The big sign "Brook Villa" quietly stood at the gate. "There shouldn't be a workplace more suitable for Miss Jones than here, right?" Alma's words echoed in Lyra's ears, and she finally made a decision in her heart. Because of Hank, no company would want her now! With tens of millions of debts, besides here, where else could she replace shelter? Alma was right. Lyra clenched her fists by her side, her eyes filled with deep hatred, but she refused to admit defeat! She was from the Jones family. She would rise wherever she fell! Even though she was sitting in a wheelchair, she would still give off an unstoppable aura. "Hello, I am here to apply." In the office of Brook Villa, the manager sat behind her desk and narrowed her eyes at the former rich young lady in front of her. She had all kinds of girls here, but she really did not have such a girl. She had a premonition that Lyra might be able to bring her more. "Miss Jones, have you thought it through?" "If I hadn't thought it through, I wouldn't have appeared here," Lyra said with a faint smile.

The manager pushed a document with her wrinkle-filled hands towards Lyra. "Since that's the case, Miss Jones can sign this document." Lyra reached out to take it and casually flipped through it. It was filled with unfair terms. "What do the terms in this document mean?" The manager had a look of disdain in her eyes. She had seen many desperate girls, but none of them were as unappreciative as Lyra. "Miss Jones, if I'm not wrong, you should be in debt now, right? Being a waitress won't make easy money. Are you sure?" "I have expressed my meaning very clearly." Lyra sneered. The manager gritted her teeth. If not for the possibility that she would arouse the interest of those men... "Okay, the basic salary is one thousand per month. The commission will depend on your own ability!" Lyra was arranged to stay in the staff dormitory of Brook Villa. In less than ten minutes, everyone in Brook Villa knew that the former noble Miss Jones had come to be a most despised waitress just like them. "Why is she still pretending to be tough? Her attitude to the manager was quite domineering. Does she really think she is still a young miss? She is a nobody abandoned by Hank!" "That's right. She is already in heavy debt, yet she still pretends to be noble and virtuous. Who is she showing it to?" In the public makeup room, Lyra became the center of their gossip. However, Lyra did not know anything about all of this. She was quietly recuperating in her room and refused to see anyone.