Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Back Then Alma also did not expect the man to be so decisive. "What... you want me to have an abortion?" Lachlan and Wendy did not expect it, and their faces were also full of shock. "This... Hank, this is a child's life!" Alma immediately admitted defeat. After all, she understood this man enough and knew that he was ruthless enough. "I admit that it was my fault that I lied to you, but that was all because I really love you. I love both you and this child! I beg you, Hank... don't be so cruel to me. Miscarriage is very harmful to a woman's body!" Miscarriage! This was not the first time Hank had heard this word. More than a year ago, that woman had also experienced a miscarriage. Even though her face was pale from excessive blood loss and pain, she still refused to lower her head to him. It was as if everything had happened yesterday. There was an unknown emotion surging in the man's heart. "Hank, all of this is Lyra's scheme. She just wants us to live a bad life. She is deliberately taking revenge on us. You must believe that I really love you!" Alma's words pulled back Hank's thoughts. The coldness between the man's eyebrows deepened, as if he was interested in these words. "Alright, the child can be kept for the time being." The man finally let out a sigh of relief. Alma was delighted in her heart, but before she could celebrate, the man on the sofa had already stood up. A tall shadow enveloped her, and he stood in front of her condescendingly. "It's only temporary. During this period, you will stay with the Kensley family." After saying this, Hank ignored the strange expressions of the Kensley family and the others and walked straight out of the lounge. Keith looked at Alma who was kneeling on the ground with sympathy, clicked his tongue, and did not forget to take the check on the table before leaving. On the other side, Lyra had made a scene at the wedding. After she left, however, she was not happy. In the car, she removed all her disguises and looked a little tired. Nore tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and found a topic to talk about, "I have a racing training competition in a few days. Do you wanna go?"

"I'm not interested. I haven't raced for a long time. It's getting unfamiliar with me." Lyra said calmly. "Yeah... You haven't driven for a long time. That's a pity. I'll spend the bonus myself. It's only 100,000." 100,000!? "I'll go!" Lyra sat up straight She needed money very much. Nore smiled. This year, when Lyra was in the detention center, Nore almost ran all over the world to participate in all kinds of racing competitions, and slowly began to get a ranking. Now, almost everyone in the racing circle had heard of Nore's name. They called him - the dark horse. In front of the training ground, a man was running around anxiously. When he saw Nore coming, he immediately rushed up. "Oh my God, you're finally here! Hurry up, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The moment the man saw Lyra, he paused. "This is..." "Lyra, this is my agent, Sonny Flow. Sonny, this is Lyra. This time, she is my co-pilot." Nore introduced with a smile. When Sonny heard this, his eyes widened. He pulled Nore to the side and said, "Are you crazy? You want her to be your co-pilot? No, this is absolutely not possible. Tom is already waiting for you inside." Lyra raised her eyebrows. She did not need to hear them before knowing the general contents. Nore coughed awkwardly. "Sonny, take a look first." After he finished speaking, he directly ignored Sonny's obstruction and pulled Lyra inside. "I thought you didn't have a co-pilot, that's why I agreed.' "Since we're already here, it'll be boring if we don't compete." Nore smiled indifferently. "See you inside," he said as he handed the helmet to Lyra. Lyra did not hesitate either. Sitting in the racing car, Lyra and Nore both sank into the middle of the seat. Their lines of sight became very low, almost equal to the horizon.

She touched the inner wall of the car, a familiar feeling that she had not felt for a long time surging up. In the past, when Nore was not famous, Lyra often acted as his co-pilot. That was before she married Hank. Nore seemed to see her nervousness and turned his head to comfort her. "Don't be nervous, you can do it." Lyra felt a little relieved and smiled at Nore. "Okay." And at this time, the Barnwell group. Hank's expression was cold, and the aura around him was cold as well. Keith did not dare to get too close. "The result is clear," the man said in a deep voice. "Mr. Barnwell, we found out that the little girl from back then was indeed Miss Jones." Keith handed over the document. It was the surveillance video of the villa in Linky and the oral statements of the staff, as well as the list of personnel who appeared in the villa that day. There was Drake's name on it, but there was no Lachlan. Alma was not in the villa that day. How could she save Hank? The man gripped the pendant, his joints crackling. For three years, he had recognized the wrong person because of the pendant on Alma's neck. The girl who really saved him was the daughter of his father's enemy. And Lyra clearly had many opportunities to tell him the truth. Why didn't she tell him? Must she hold on until today and slap him in the face? 'Revenge' seemed the word for Alma. The image of Lyra at the wedding kept circling in his mind, disturbing the man's mood. She clearly knew everything, why didn't she say it! Pa! He slapped his palm on the table, and the pendant left a mark on the table, carrying the anger and unwillingness of this man. "Oh right, Mr. Barnwell, there is one more thing I need to talk to you about," Keith said. Hank looked up. "Miss Jones followed Mr. Lubi to the racing field today." This was Hank's order to keep an eye on Lyra's every move."Racing field?" Hank turned his head to the side. "Yes, I heard that Miss Jones is going to be Mr. Lubi's co-pilot and participate in the competition together." The man's eyes darkened slightly, and his fingers pressed on the table. It turned out that after two years of marriage, his understanding of Lyra was almost zero. She even knew how to race? Hank twisted his tie in annoyance. After a long time, he asked, "Novah told me before that there was an investment project. That competition was also a race, right?" Keith was stunned. "Mr. Barnwell, it was that race."