Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Sir Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 375

Chapter 375 No One Wanted This to Happen

Not long after Hank returned to the Barnwell group, Keith received a call from the front desk.

"Mr. Barnwell, Miss Kensley is here. She said that she must see you, and her mental state doesn't seem to be right." Keith listened to the description of the front desk staff and was a little concerned. If something happened to the Barnwell group, with Alma's fame and popularity after her comeback, it would be detrimental to the Barnwell group's reputation.

"Let her in." Hank signed on the document and his eyes darkened.

Soon, Alma's face turned pale. She lowered her head and stood in front of Hank. There was no longer any light in her eyes. She pursed her lips and looked uneasy.

In Keith's memory, Alma had never shown such an appearance to others. She had cared so much about her appearance and reputation, but now... Hank glanced over and frowned. "Why are you looking for me?" he asked. "Can I talk to you alone?" Alma asked in a low voice. The man shook his fingers and Keith immediately left. The door closed and only the two of them were left in the office. Alma forced out a smile. Coupled with her delicate but pale face, she revealed a morbid look. "Hank, how long has it been since we talked so nicely?" she asked. Hank pressed his eyebrows together and did not speak. Keith was right. Alma's mental state was indeed not quite right. "I know that you don't love me, and you don't like me at all. It has always been I who overestimate myself. I lied to you, and now I am suffering the retribution." Alma chuckled. She grabbed her bag, took out a ticket from it, and put it on the table. "I want to invite you to play on the cruise ship with me. When I come back, I will let go completely." Alma rubbed her fingertips and looked at Hank. She looked forward to the man's response so much.

However...

“I don't have time.” His refusal had always been merciless. Alma had already expected this result. She pursed her lips bitterly. After a long time, she slowly squeezed out, "With the relationship between the three of us, there has to be someone who has to withdraw first. Hank, this is my last request. Are you not willing to agree to it?"

"Then I can only go replace Lyra to lay my cards on the table." "She clearly knows her relationship with me, but she refuses to tell me. In this world, how can there be a sister like this? Or is it that she already hates me to the core and is unwilling to reunite with me?"

Pa-da Alma's tears fell onto the back of her hand. "I just want to end this matter. If this continues, it won't be good for the three of us." As she spoke, she lowered her head to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes. "If you don't care about me, then what about Lyra? She has been schemed against by someone all the time. Can you just stand by and watch?" As she expected, the moment she finished speaking, Hank's expression had already changed. "Tonight, at six o'clock, I will wait for you at the dock. When we get off the boat, I will tell you who the mastermind is. Don't worry, I won't lie to you about this," she said bitterly. As Alma walked out, Hank frowned. Indeed, if not for someone deliberately setting things up, Lyra wouldn't have found Uncle Zhang. Who gave her that old photo? He didn't doubt Alma's words. He only felt that she had come to see him because someone had secretly instructed her to., "Keith, clear up the time for tonight." "Okay, Mr. Barnwell."

That night, just as Lyra finished bathing, she received some messages. They were all photos of Alma being intimate with a man, but in the photo, the man did not reveal his face. She could only see a tall figure with wheat-colored skin. Alma then sent a text message.

"Thank you for giving Hank to me. We are very happy now. He doesn't want me to tell you, but I think that if not for you, we might not have been able to get back together." Lyra looked at the message, and her heart felt like it had been stabbed for no reason. It was as if a wound had been forcibly cut open. The pain made her unable to keep her mind.

The doorbell rang and interrupted her thoughts. "Miss Jones, have you had dinner?" Sister Zhang asked as she came over with a pot of soup.

She had just asked when she saw dumplings on the table. She sighed softly. "You have to eat something that is good for your health." Lyra tried hard to suppress the emotions in her heart and nodded. She put her phone aside. Later, Alma sent a few more messages, all of which were intimate photos, but Lyra and Sister Zhang were chatting in the restaurant and did not see them.

"Is Hank at home?" Lyra lowered her head and asked casually.

"Sir went out and said that he had an appointment. He will come back tomorrow." Sister Zhang misunderstood Lyra. "Why don't I tell you when he comes back tomorrow?" she asked hurriedly. All of a sudden, she understood everything. She smiled and shook her head. "There's no need for that." Sister Zhang's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to say a few words for Hank, but the doorbell rang again. "Miss Jones, this is the gift Mr. Evans picked for you. There is also a letter." It was Mr. Evan's driver. "Originally, Mr. Evans wanted to come personally, but Miss Ni'er had a fever and he had to let me send it. He asked me to apologize on his behalf."

Lyra looked at the beautifully packaged gift box. "But I..." Sister Zhang did not hear what she said, but she immediately frowned.

It was obvious that someone was pursuing Lyra!

It was already so late, and he had even specially sent someone to send gifts over. The more Sister Zhang looked at it, the more anxious she became. She secretly gritted her teeth. 'Sir, why did you go for an appointment tonight?'

"Miss Jones, take a look first. Mr. Evans said that this is what you need the most right now."

After the other party finished speaking, he turned around and left. Lyra had no choice but to bring the things in. She opened them and saw that they were all investment information for the past three years. Moreover, they were all the projects that Xuanze had personally handled.

There was a card at the top. "Miss Jones, I really have no other way to deal with the matter that I asked of you last time. This is a token of my sincerity. I hope you can consider it again."

The handwriting was elegant, so it should have been written by Xuanze.

She looked at the information and recalled what Xuanze had said to her at the seaside that day.

"Ever since Ni'er's mother passed away, her grandmother's family has always wanted to take back her custody. Her family is quite famous in the local area and has a lot of assets overseas. In terms of strength, I'm afraid I really can't compare to them."

"I also know that a single father living with his daughter will have many obstacles, but no matter what happens, I can't give Ni'er's future to them. I don't want Ni'er to become a trading product that will be sacrificed for her family's benefit in the future." "So, I need to replace a stepmother for Ni'er in a short period of time."