Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Compensation

His sudden anger intimidated the directors. They lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound. Only Qin Sihai, relying on his seniority, had worked in the business world for many years. "Mr. Barnwell, we are indeed doing this for the sake of the company. The private affairs between you and the Jones family should not affect the development of the company." "When did I need you to teach me how to do things?" For a moment, the anger that he exuded swept through every one of them. "Mr. Barnwell, Director Qin doesn't mean that. Your position in the company is incomparable." "Yes, yes, yes. Director Qin wanted to persuade the little girl at first, but he didn't expect it to end up like this." "Keith."

Hank shouted.

Keith immediately walked in with a few managers.

Then, dozens of accounts and reports were sent to the directors. "Mr. Barnwell had already planned it. It was not a whim to cooperate with the Jones Group. It was just that the abrupt and ignorant actions made Mr. Barnwell have no choice but to ease the relationship with the Kensley Group."

"This!"

The few directors were dumbfounded. Their original intention was not like this. "Back then, Vice President Xiao and we." "Who is in charge of the Barnwell group?" Before he finished speaking, Hank threw a fierce look at him.

"You! Of course, it's you."

The directors immediately lowered their heads, not caring about the issue of face or not. They repeatedly promised, "We will never interfere in the future. Please forgive us, Mr. Barnwell." Qin Sihai did not want to lower his head, but he was pressed down by the director next to him. Hank glanced at them coldly, then gave Keith a look. "Everyone, Mr. Barnwell just came back from a business trip. He needs to rest. Please

go back." Keith opened the door. "Yes, yes, yes. We won't disturb Mr. Barnwell anymore."

The few of them hurriedly walked out.

The door closed again, and Hank slowly closed his eyes. In order to rush back, he had not slept for a day and a night. If not for these old guys who were so worried, he would not have lost so much. Outside the door, there was a knock. Huaien Barnwell's secretary walked in with a smile. "Mr. Barnwell, this is the concert ticket that Vice President Barnwell asked me to send to you. He means that you've worked too hard, and you should take time to relax with Miss Kensley."

The secretary placed the tickets on the table and left quietly. However, Hank frowned slightly. Alma had never liked these things. Moreover, he did not want to go with Alma. Looking at the promotional words on the tickets, he vaguely thought that Lyra seemed to like this band very much.

After settling the company matters, Hank returned to the villa. It was already past dinner time.

As soon as he entered, he heard Lyra and Sister Zhang happily talking about something in the kitchen. But when they heard Hank's footsteps, they immediately stopped. Lyra put down her cup and went back to her room. The man's eyes turned cold. He did not expect Lyra to react like this. Even if she made a scene, he would feel better. "Sir, would you like me to warm up the food?" Sister Zhang asked hurriedly. "What did she do after she came back?" Hank nodded indifferently. "Just like before, she was reading books and cooking something in the kitchen with me. The bread in the oven was baked by Miss Jones," Sister Zhang said as she served the food. He sniffed the air and sure enough, there was a faint smell of milk in the air. So she lived comfortably. He did not see Lyra for the whole night. The next morning, Sister Zhang sent her breakfast to the room as usual. Hank just came out of the study, and before he could even see the hem of her clothes, the bedroom door was closed.

The coldness between his eyebrows became thicker and thicker. "Sir, are you looking for Miss Jones?" Sister Zhang looked back and saw Hank standing there. "No." Hank threw out the word and quickly went downstairs.

He could feel that Lyra was disgusted, so she did not want to see him. This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

He changed his coat at the door and suddenly felt the concert tickets in his pocket. He put them on the table and said, "If she wants to go, let the driver send her."

Lyra heard the sound of the car driving downstairs and came out of the room. "Sister Zhang, the porridge for breakfast is very delicious. Thank you." Lyra had mentioned once by chance that she liked the taste but she did not expect Sister Zhang to remember it and make it for her specially. Lyra was much simpler than Hank thought. As long as anyone was good to her, she would replace ways to return it. "As long as you like it. Oh right, Miss Jones, this was left behind by Sir before he left. Do you want to go?" Sister Zhang asked with a smile. Sister Zhang always felt that this was how Hank was apologizing. Lyra was originally not interested, but when she saw that it was her favorite band. She hesitated. "Sister Zhang, why don't you go with me?" "I don't know much about this, so I won't go."

Lyra looked at the two tickets and her eyes darkened.

She remembered that before she got married, she had invited Hank to go to the concert, but he stood her up. The late compensation was really annoying. "Anyway, it's for nothing. It's a waste not to go." Lyra held the two tickets. Moreover, these two tickets were VIP tickets for the inner court. Lyra hesitated a little, then called Nore. There were some things that she wanted to tell him in person. At seven o'clock in the evening, Lyra was sent to the entrance of the concert by Hank's driver.

"Miss Jones, after the concert is over, I am still waiting for you here."

Lyra agreed.

She knew that she could not run away. As long as Hank said a word, she would be caught even if she ran to the ends of the earth. Rather than that, it was better to eat and drink in the villa.

Nore had been waiting at the door for a long time. Seeing her go over, his face was full of worry. "Alma is discharged. She didn't make things difficult for you, right?" "She is a spoiled young lady. What can she do to me?" Lyra smiled and shook her head.

Although she had indeed been slapped twice.

However, compared to the pain she had brought to Alma, this was nothing. Nore looked at the unconcerned expression on Lyra's face, and his eyes sank. The Lyra of the past was also held in the palm of everyone, but now... "Alright, it's about time. Let's go in." Lyra wrapped the coat around her body and felt that it was very cold. Nore followed her and carefully took off his coat and put it on her shoulder. The two of them walked into the concert hall side by side. There was a black car parked in the distance. The man in the car saw this scene. Good, very good. She actually took the concert tickets he had given and dated Nore?