Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Sir Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 383

Chapter 383 Concern for Her Secret

"Sorry sir, I wasn't paying attention," The waiter replied with a smile. Hank's face darkened again. He turned around and was about to walk into the private room when he was stopped by Jasper. "What use is it even if you replace them now?" The viciousness on Hank's body became even stronger. Jasper dragged him out of the bar. Beside the stairs on the second floor, Nore and Lyra stood side by side. Her gaze followed the man's back. "He still doesn't believe you," Nore said helplessly. If Hank loved her wholeheartedly, why would he chase her here? There was a hint of helplessness in Lyra's eyes. When she was determined to save all of this, she had already mentally prepared herself. Hank was not someone who was easy to deceive. His caution was his sharp blade. "Lyra, stop. It's still not too late." Nore's eyes were filled with worry. Once the matter was exposed, how would Hank treat Lyra? That kind of man was proud and conceited, and he absolutely could not tolerate such deliberate betrayal.

The music rang again, and the restlessness entered her ears and tugged at her heartstrings. Lyra slowly curled the corners of her lips. "I am just returning everything he did to me back then to him." Nore frowned and watched as she turned and walked backstage. "I want to see Lachlan's new lover." Since Huaien could no longer hold back, she had to replace a way out for herself. Nore stood in place and sighed slowly. "In the end, you still can't bear to leave him." Lyra slipped into the dressing room at the back and soon found the lead dancer, Chen Huanhuan, who was Lachlan's lover. She was holding a cigarette ring in her mouth and talking to someone. She saw Lyra come over who kept looking at her. Huanhuan quickly turned her head away. "Okay, I'll talk to you later." "Looking for someone? The male dressing room is over there." There were many rich women who enjoyed themselves in this kind of place, and she had long been used to it.

Lyra did not move, but said calmly, "I'm here to replace you." Huanhuan was stunned, twisted her waist, and leaned against the wall. Her smile deepened, "Stop messing around, it's not like you and I are..." "Is Lachlan pursuing you recently?" When Lyra said this, Huanhuan's face changed. "I don't know what you are talking about." She turned around and was about to close the door. Lyra stepped forward and pulled her back by the wrist. "There is a business deal. I think Miss Chen will be interested." "Oh, business? You definitely can't afford me."

Her eyes were very beautiful. "If you cooperate with me, I can let you get half of the Kensley family's property. You should also know Lachlan's strength, right?" Lyra said lightly. Although the Kensley Group had not developed very well recently, Lachlan had been in the business world for so many years and had some connections in the business world. He also had a lot of fixed assets under his name. Huanhuan already knew it in her heart.

But she did not intend to marry Lachlan. Even if Lachlan liked her, he could not give her the family property. Huanhuan only planned to play with him and got a few branded bags. She listened to Lyra and looked at her more and more seriously. "This is not the place to talk. Let's change the place."

At this moment, when Hank returned to his villa, his mind was full of chaotic emotions. Jasper was worried, so he stayed to accompany him for a few drinks. The night was dark. Hank leaned against the sofa, his mind full of what Lyra had told him. Those eyes reflected his face. Could it be that her gentleness was a lie? The nameless fire in his chest burned more and more vigorously, and his face darkened beyond belief.

He really shouldn't have trusted her. Jasper put down the wine glass at the side and saw his murderous gaze. His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed the wine. "It's too early for you to be angry now. You can have a good chat tomorrow. There are some things that are really not what they look like."

"Yes, there are some things that are not as simple as they seem."

Jasper shook his head helplessly. Now that Hank was angry, he would not listen to anyone.

Just as he was about to say a few more words, the doorbell rang.

Who could it be this late at night?

As soon as he opened the door, Alma stood at the door, gathering the fur on her body and smiling. "Young Master Armstrong is also here." She walked in carrying a food box. Her high heels stepped on the floor, making a creaking sound. It had been a long time since she was driven out by Hank. Now, standing here and looking at the man on the sofa in front of her, her state of mind was completely different. "Mr. Barnwell, let's have a chat. You should also want to know who put you under house arrest at the port, right?" Alma said.

Her words stunned the two men at the same time.

Did she know? "Don't look at me like that. I just happened to know something. It's just a secret." "Young Master Armstrong, I think Hank will want to talk to me alone." As soon as Alma entered, she smelled the scent of wine and saw the glasses above the table.

Without asking, she could guess that Hank was worried about Lyra, and she wanted to take advantage of this loophole.

She looked at the man in front of her who had always been cold to her, and the smile in her eyes deepened. She wanted to win and make all of them pay the price. Jasper was slightly stunned, then looked at Hank. After understanding the look in his eyes, he picked up his coat and left.

Only Alma and Hank were left in the huge living room. "Try it. There is chicken soup and porridge." Alma smiled lightly. She was so considerate, completely different from her previous unruly and unreasonable appearance.

"I know you don't want to see me, but you have to take care. Moreover, I have also said that only if we have a good talk, the three of us will not be so tormented."

She kept mentioning Lyra directly or indirectly. She was testing the man's emotions.

"Tell me, who is it?" Hank's eyes darkened and he was not in the mood to beat around the bush with her.

Alma observed his expression and smiled faintly. "Drink the porridge first. Let's talk slowly."

As she spoke, she got up and cleaned up the bottles.

At the same time, Lyra was sent home by Nore. Before she entered the house, she received an email. It was still in English. "Alma is at Hank's house. Aren't you going?" Lyra stared at that sentence and tightened her grip on her phone. It was as if Huaien had installed a monitor on each of them, monitoring their every move and playing them in the palm of his hand.