Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Sir Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 294

Chapter 294 Not Giving Up Any Possibility

But his reaction clearly did not mean that. "Uncle, there is a person on it who is my father. He has passed away." Lyra chased after him.

The old man paused.

"I have said that I have never seen him. I don't know him!"

"I came here alone, and I don't have any money on me. Can you help me?" Lyra asked. The old man took a few steps and finally stopped. He looked back at Lyra. "My neighbor runs a hotel. If you don't mind, you can go and take a look." He sighed slowly. "Okay, thank you!" Lyra smiled and quickened her pace to catch up with the old man. "You have been living here for a long time, haven't you?" she asked softly, taking the initiative to support the old man's arm. The old man guarded against her in his heart and did not say a word.

He took her to the hotel and left.

Lyra still found out the name of the old man from the inn owner: Zhang Feng. "Did something happen to his leg?" Lyra wanted to know more about the old man. The inn owner looked at Lyra suspiciously. "Who are you? I don't welcome guests like you. If you don't want to stay, then go out." "No, no, no. Uncle Zhang saved me just now. I want to thank him." Lyra quickly handed over her ID. The innkeeper saw that she was good-looking and well-behaved, and did not look like a liar, so he nodded.

"Brother Zhang was injured in the city when he was young. He later returned to town to retire."

The hotel was very small and it only had five rooms. After Lyra was brought into the room, she felt that it was relatively clean and breathed a sigh of relief. However, there was no hot water bottle in the room. When she went downstairs to ask the boss, she happened to see Hank and Keith standing on the first floor of the hotel.

"We only have one room left. You two men can't live in it, right?"

When Keith heard this news, he only looked at Hank. Hank's eyes darkened. He glanced at Lyra who came downstairs and whispered, "We can."

Lyra frowned and turned to leave. However, he did not expect to be grabbed by Hank's wrist. "What a coincidence, Ms. Jones!" Lyra had just fooled him and did not want to meet him, so she struggled a little. The innkeeper also came forward and said righteously, "Who are you? If you bully the little girl, I will call the police to arrest you." Lyra dodged and hid behind. She now knew that the people in this town all had a sense of justice. She smiled proudly, but still explained to the boss, "They are people I know." Even so, the innkeeper still scolded them with a few words. It was the first time Lyra had seen someone dare to criticize Hank like this. She went back to her room in satisfaction and washed her hair. It was late at night and it was raining heavily. The inn was an old house. Through the window, she could hear the rustling rain outside, as if she was sleeping on the street. Lyra tossed and turned repeatedly, unable to fall asleep, and she decided to get up and go downstairs.

Just as she reached the first floor, she heard someone talking.

"No wonder, the first time I saw you, I felt..."

Is it Uncle Zhang?

Lyra quickly walked a few steps and saw Hank and Uncle Zhang sitting together at the tea table. From the looks of it, they seemed to already know each other.

"How many years ago was that? When I saw you at that time, you were only this tall, right?" Uncle Zhang smiled emotionally.

Lyra stood in the shadows behind the steps, quietly listening. It turned out that Uncle Zhang could smile so happily. "I also didn't expect that you would move back here and change your name." Hank's voice was a bit sad.

"Sigh, after what happened that year, I couldn't stay in the city anymore. My legs were crippled, so I could only come back to retire." Uncle Zhang smiled bitterly. "If your father saw that you were so successful now, how happy would he be?" Uncle Zhang smiled bitterly. Lyra's hand was on the handle of the stairs, and her brows were furrowed.

She listened attentively and did not pay attention to her feet. Suddenly, she stepped on the old staircase, causing it to creak.

"Who?"

Hank sharply turned around. There was no one there.

Uncle Zhang leaned over and looked, "The house is old, some strange movements are normal."

Hank frowned and sat down. "This is a token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

"How can this be? You donated an elementary school to the town. It has already benefited the town. I can't take your money." Uncle Zhang waved his hand. "Don't worry, I won't ask you about what happened back then. This money is nothing to me." As he said this, he put down his card and went upstairs. He walked to the door of Lyra's room and stopped for a moment. He stared at the door with a deep and complicated gaze. His feeling just now could not be wrong. There must be someone on the stairs. After listening for so long, it would not be Keith. Then there was only one person. He raised his wrist and wanted to knock on the door.

But after thinking about it, he changed his mind. There were some things that she would replace out sooner or later.

The next day. Lyra got up and went straight to Uncle Zhang's house. However, she was told that Uncle Zhang was going to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of Hope Primary School.

Lyra was a bit hesitant.

That primary school should have been donated by the Barnwell group, so Hank would definitely go. She hesitantly walked out of Uncle Zhang's house. When she looked up again, she saw Hank's car driving over from afar. The window rolled down, and he gave her a deep glance. "Get in."

Lyra did not make a sound and continued to walk forward.

Hank was not in a hurry and said coldly, "With the current strength of the Jones Group, you can't take the project of Plan A. Why don't you cooperate with me? There is still a chance of survival." "Even if you work with Nore, you can't win against me."

"I just need to make a few phone calls and your project will be strangled in the cradle. Or do you want to watch the Jones Group close down again?" He definitely had the ability. "Hank, I did it with my own ability. You don't have to threaten me," Lyra said with a cold face. "Ability? You think you are very capable to steal the Barnwell group's information in my study?"

A hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

He thought that she would at least use a better method. Lyra gritted her teeth. "Back then, didn't you treat my dad like this? Do you think I don't know that when you married me, all of the Barnwell group's development direction was very similar to that of the Jones Group? After the Jones Group closed down, you even took away all its market share. Everything you have now belongs to the Jones family." "So that's what you think." The man's face sank and his anger spread.

He said coldly and ordered the driver to drive.

Lyra stood alone by the street, watching the car drive out of sight. She did not feel happy when she said this but instead had a very complicated feeling. Why did he not explain? What did that sentence mean? No, she could not have wrongly accused him. Everything was a bloody fact. Lyra gritted her teeth and walked firmly to Hope Primary School. When she arrived, Hank was already surrounded by the residents of the town. All of them held him up and thanked him. "Mr. Barnwell, if not for you, my son wouldn't have had a chance to go to school. You really are a good person." "You are a philanthropist!" "I sincerely thank you. Good people have good karma." Lyra stood there and smiled from afar. Hank was also a good person?