Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 214

Chapter 214 On Purpose

"Mr. Barnwell, are you still going to the company?" The driver could clearly feel the low atmosphere in the car and asked in a low voice. "I'm not going." After saying that, Hank opened the door. At the end of the concert, Lyra was still immersed in it. She had liked this band for long, but now that she had experienced so much, listening to these songs again gave her a different feeling. "Let's go." Nore accompanied her. "There's a coffee shop downstairs. Let's sit down. I have something to talk to you about." "... Okay." Lyra sat down by the window and smiled. "During this period of time, Lubi Group has developed very well under your leadership. I have watched the news." Her appearance made Nore feel strange. "Reporters are always exaggerating." He pushed the coffee in front of her. "En." Lyra rubbed her coffee cup. "When the accident happened last time, I felt that I was responsible, so I..." "Lyra, don't say anymore." "No matter what you want to say, I don't want to hear it today. Just let me be willful to you for once, okay?" "Don't be so childish. I have to say it sooner or later," Lyra said with a frown. "That's because you haven't seen what I will look like in the future. I will make the Lubi Group take a step further. At that time, no one will dare to bully you and threaten you." He had never been so determined to do something. Even in the past, when he drove a race car, Nore had always had a playful mentality, but now, he was really serious. Wasn't it just Hank? As long as he was willing to study diligently, it wouldn't be long before he could fight with that man.

"There are some things that I don't want you to be implicated in. Hank and I..." Lyra moved the corners of her lips. Before she could finish speaking, her gaze was fixed on the figure at the door. His body emitted a cold air. His black windbreaker was stained with the snow of the

night. He looked around the entire hall expressionlessly. When he saw Lyra, he quickly walked over

"It's time to go."

Hank looked at the two cups of coffee and felt that it was very dazzling. "Lyra is not going anywhere." Nore also stood up and confronted Hank. "Is that so?"

Hank smiled mockingly and glanced at Lyra. The light in his eyes was deep and cold, like a sign of a blizzard approaching. Lyra's hand was on the table. She understood Hank's expression too well. Every time he was about to get angry, he would have this expression. If she didn't want to implicate Nore, she could only submit to him. "Nore, I haven't finished today. Let's talk another time." Lyra stood up, lowered her eyes, and walked behind Hank.

"Lyra!"

Nore was anxious and wanted to pull her back.

But just as he reached out, he was stopped by Hank.

"Don't force things that don't belong to you," Hank said this and then took Lyra out.

The snow outside the door was getting heavier and heavier. Lyra's coat looked very thin. She took a few steps forward and saw Hank stop. "Don't think that I will be like him and give you the coat to wear." He turned around with a cold look in his eyes.

"I didn't think that way." Lyra frowned.

She strode towards the car across the road. When she arrived, she realized that the car door was locked. In other words, Hank was personally driving here to wait for her?

Lyra looked at the man who was slowly sitting in the driver's seat in confusion. She only felt that Hank was crazy. Otherwise, why would he have wasted so much energy on her? Or perhaps, he was still planning something. "Get in the car." The man glanced at her coldly. His tone was cold. Lyra adjusted her coat. After sitting in the car, she felt a little warm. In the distance, Nore was walking out of the coffee shop.

did not react in time and was shaken violently.

Her head almost hit the window.

"You..." She gritted her teeth in hatred and was about to curse when Hank's phone rang. He pressed the call button with a cold face.

"Mr. Barnwell, the cooperation plan with the Jones Group has been drafted. Should I send it directly to Miss Jones? According to the current situation, she is the only one of the Jones Group, and there is no actual office location. It is difficult to start the follow-up work." Keith reported. Lyra clutched her seatbelt. This was indeed what she was most worried about. She could disregard her face and stick to the Barnwell group. As long as this project was completed, the Jones Group would have the capital to make a comeback. But before that... Where could she recruit talents in this area and how could she rent an office? The reality was always like a sharp blade, cutting away all her hopes unknowingly. At the next intersection, Hank looked ahead and said lightly, "Let's talk about it tomorrow." "Okay, Mr. Barnwell." Then, the phone was hung up.

It was not until the car stopped at the entrance of the villa that Hank slowly turned around. His eyes were sharp and piercing. "I can destroy the Jones Group, and I can also give the Jones Group hope to live. Can Nore do this?" Lyra frowned and did not speak. "Beg me, and I will let the Jones Group live. Otherwise, once the cooperation is canceled the Jones Group will once again be drowned in the dust." Hank said, slamming the door and leaving. Lyra felt the temperature in the car cool down bit by bit, just like her mood at this time, falling into the deep valley. Lyra stepped up the steps, each step like stepping on a needle tip. "Miss Jones, why are you standing at the door?" Sister Zhang quickly took the coat and put it on Lyra. However, no matter how warm the room was, it could not warm Lyra's heart. "Sister Zhang, no matter what you hear later, you don't have to go upstairs." She lowered her head and changed her shoes.

Before Sister Zhang could react, Lyra had already stepped upstairs to the room. When Hank heard the footsteps of someone going upstairs, he looked up and saw Lyra standing there. Her eyes were calm as it she was an emotionless puppet that could be manipulated at will.

"What does Mr. Barnwell want me to do?" She said softly and lifted her eyes to look over.

That carved handsome face, with a hint of an unruly smile, took two or three steps to stand in front of Lyra. He reached out and mercilessly clamped her chin. With just a little force, he pinched her until she hurt. "Haven't you begged anyone? Is this how you beg people?" Hank sneered, his fingers stroking her lips. "Also, don't you know what a man wants?"

Lyra's cheeks were burning hot, and the shame of being humiliated swept through her whole body. "Let go of me!" The next second, the man's hand moved away mercilessly, and he only coldly said, "It doesn't matter. The life and death of Jones Group have nothing to do with me."

Then, he carried the towel into the bathroom. Listening to the faint sound of water coming from inside, Lyra's heart sank bit by bit. She wanted to protect her Jones Group. Was this the only way?