Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 207

Chapter 207 You Are So Ruthless

When he let go, Lyra regained the right to breathe. She gasped for breath and was thrown aside by the man before she could stand firmly. There was a slight wound on the corner of Lyra's mouth. Looking up again, Hank's face was gloomy and cold.

"You... Are you worthy of my daughter? She is pregnant with your child. You are simply lawless!" Lachlan frowned.

He felt that Lachlan was hopelessly stupid.

No wonder Alma was so unscrupulous. It was all inherited from him.

"President Kensley, this is my home. I don't have to report to anyone what I want to do. You came uninvited, and I have given you enough face. If you want to order me around here, I am afraid you are not qualified."

Hank glanced over, and a chill filled the corners of his eyes.

"You!"

Lachlan pounded his chest, almost unable to breathe.

"Keith, send President Kensley off." "President Kensley, this way please," Keith waved. "You will get your retribution! We, the Kensley family, will not let this go." Lachlan . pointed at Hank with trembling hands. "I will wait." Hank turned around and drank a cup of tea. When the door closed, he turned around and walked towards Lyra step by step. Looking down at her, he suddenly sneered. "It seems that I was too tolerant of you. I let you think that you can do whatever you want in front of me." The freedom she could now enjoy was given to her by him. If she wanted to be out of his control, she was daydreaming. Lyra kept her head down and tried to ease the emotions in her heart. Only then did

she raise her head again. The pair of beautiful eyes reflected the cold face of the man. She had long expected that such a day would come. "What's the use of Mr. Barnwell saying all this now? You don't have evidence to prove that I did it. Alma has entered the ward of the psychiatry department." Based on Lachlan's appearance just now, he would definitely be irreconcilable with Hank.

The news that Alma had a mental problem would spread throughout the city tomorrow morning. He would become the gossip of everyone. She had achieved her goal. "I don't have much hope for this life of mine. But Mr. Barnwell, you have a great future. Unfortunately..." Lyra slowly pulled the corners of her mouth. "Lyra Jones." As her name was ground out of his lips, his eyes turned cold.

"The Jones Group has already signed a contract with the Barnwell group. If I, the current president, mysteriously disappear, do you think the outside world will suspect you?" Lyra curled her lips. She had carefully planned this and was waiting for Hank to walk into the trap. Now, it seemed that everything had gone very smoothly. She was indeed humiliated just now, but so what? Even if she died a hundred times, she would be happy, as long as Hank could be turned into ashes.

Hank clenched his fists fiercely, his eyes overflowing with anger. "Good, you asked for it!"

Lyra saw him step into the study, and with a bang, the door was closed. Sister Zhang immediately walked over and helped her up. "Why bother? You know Mr. Barnwell's temper. He only yields to a soft approach." The corners of Lyra's lips twitched, and her smile was a little bitter.

"What a coincidence, I am the same." She stared in the direction of the study and took a deep breath. "Sister Zhang, thank you." In this prison-like place, if not for Sister Zhang secretly helping her and taking care of her. It was hard for her to imagine if she could persevere without lowering her head to Hank. "Sigh, silly child..." Sister Zhang patted Lyra's hand and turned her head. She looked at the study and shook her head.

Between the two, one was more stubborn than the other. Lyra had already angered Hank. It was impossible to leave the villa at this time. There were Hank's bodyguards outside.

She could only go back to her room first, pacing around and thinking, her heart growing a mess. Now that Hank was so angry, what would he do? Would he cancel the cooperation

with the Jones Group? Or... She waited for a while, and there were footsteps outside. Lyra frowned and stared in the direction of the door. "Miss Jones, Mr. Barnwell is on a business trip. But he still has people guard the outside. You had better not go out for the next few days." Sister Zhang was afraid that Lyra would be unable to think things through and would do something stupid.

This unexpected situation made Lyra unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

"What else did he say besides letting people watch me?"

Sister Zhang shook her head. "No more."

Lyra pursed her lips tightly. Could it be that he was deliberately putting her in suspense? "Thank you, Sister Zhang. I want to stay alone for a while." "Okay... If you need anything, call me at any time." Sister Zhang sighed and slowly closed the door.

In the car heading to the airport.

Hank was using a fluent foreign language to communicate with the partner about cooperation. There was a temporary problem with the project over there and he had to deal with it personally. After getting the other party's understanding, Hank ended the conversation. As soon as he put down his phone, Keith handed him a report. "Mr. Barnwell, a few directors of ours have been invited by Lachlan to have tea at home."

The man lifted his eyes, his expression cold.

"Keep a name list. I'll deal with it when I get back." "Yes, Mr. Barnwell." Keith took note of this matter but soon thought of something. "Mr. Barnwell, do you need to send more people to your villa?" It was absolutely impossible for Lyra to stay obediently. In order to prevent her from going to the hospital to cause trouble again, he should make plans early Of course, Hank had already considered this. "For the time being, don't worry about her," he said indifferently. His mind was constantly haunted by Lyra's incomparably firm eyes. His sudden business trip was definitely beyond her expectations. With such a good opportunity,

she would definitely do something. What he wanted to wait for was a perfect opportunity.

He wanted her to understand who was the one who decided the rules of the game.

As for the loss that the Barnwell group suffered this time, of course, it was all on her head. He had plenty of time to slowly drag it out with her. He was afraid that the Jones Group would not be able to survive until that day. Ever since the Jones Group went bankrupt, Hank had taken this company into his pocket and had been secretly managing it. However, he did not actively manage it. Over time, this company seemed to be left with only an empty shell. But in fact, there was an even bigger surprise waiting for Lyra. Hank leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes. At this time, at Barnwell family's villa. Lyra looked at the contract cancellation books and leaflets that were sent to her hands, and was shocked speechless.

She clenched those contract termination books and gritted her teeth. A thought came to her mind.

'Hank, you are ruthless enough.'