Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Sir Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 379

Chapter 379 Cries over Spilt Milk

She immediately took out her phone and carefully looked at the photos that Alma had sent her. She couldn't see the man's face clearly, and the things on the table were hard to identify. It seemed that Alma just wanted Lyra to know that she was with a man. Now that she looked carefully, this person might not be Hank. Lyra looked down at the phone with full concentration. She did not notice a figure walking over from behind her. "Ah!"

She was suddenly pulled behind by someone. It was a tall man wearing sunglasses. His voice was low and hoarse. "Miss Jones, Mr. Barnwell invites you over."

Mr. Barnwell?

Before Lyra could react, he had already pulled her from the back door to the car. Today, she had been forced to do many things. She had no time to be angry. She saw Huaien sitting in the car, his eyes filled with coldness. That was the first time Lyra had seen him reveal such an expression. In her memory, Huaien had always been very kind. However, ever since he had made his stand clear to Lyra, every time Lyra saw him, she only felt a chill run down her spine. How could someone hide so deeply? Compared to Terry, who had a face full of schemes, Huaien was even more terrifying. He was clearly smiling at you, but he might stab you in the back. "I didn't expect that the technique you used was not much different from Terry's." Lyra tried to be calm. Huaien saw her expression, and under the cold look on his face, there was a smile. "You are the smartest girl I have ever seen. No wonder Hank has been obsessed with you for so many years." "You remembered wrong. Our marriage only lasted for a few years." Lyra glanced out the window and said indifferently.

Huaien suddenly smiled even more deeply. "No, no, no. Ever since you saved him at the resort, he has been looking for you. It has probably been more than ten years." As Huaien spoke, his eyes shone with a deep light as he sized up Lyra. Lyra frowned and carefully concealed her emotions. "What do you mean?"

as you agree, I can let you recognize each other, and I will let you live in the future." "The Barnwell group will be mine sooner or later. At that time, do you think I will keep

you?"

"No, I want to wipe the slate clean."

"If you don't agree, then there is no one in this world worthy of your concern." His words were like an invisible net, clutching Lyra's throat. She really wanted to resist, wanted to curse and die together with the other party.

But...

There was really nothing she could do. Her hands kept shaking, and Lyra tried her best to suppress the pain in her heart.

"What do you want me to do?" her voice was hoarse and low.

"Go back to Hank and be his woman."

Three hours later.

According to an anonymous report from a certain person, the police found some luggage in the eastern sea of the ship where the accident happened. Then, they found the injured crew and passengers on the deserted island dozens of nautical miles away.

Fortunately, no one died. When Alma was rescued on the boat, her beautiful eyes were full of fear. She trembled as she looked at the boat.

She lowered her head and muttered, "It was not an accident!"

However, everyone only thought that she had gone crazy because of the huge stimulation. No one took her words to heart.

When the accident happened, the weather on the sea was bad, causing the radar signal to be unstable. All of this could happen. After Alma got on the boat, she hid in a corner and did not speak. Until she was sent back to the Kensley family, Lachlan raised his hand and gave her a slap.

Her head was knocked out, and her body fell to the ground. It was so painful that she couldn't speak. Blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, all the way to her lower jaw.

"You can't even do such a small thing, and you still want to marry into the Barnwell family? Dream on. Terry doesn't want you anymore. Go back to your room and wait. I

won't do a losing business." Since he couldn't let Alma marry into a wealthy family fair and square, he would use some other methods.

There would always be a man who would like her young body.

"No, don't... Dad, Dad!"

Alma shouted at the top of her lungs.

Of course, she knew that Lachlan was not her father, but she had no way to live except to rely on him. The whole house was surrounded by Alma's screams, but no one helped her.