Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 64

Name a Price

Liu Yuanyuan still wanted to say something, but she suddenly saw Lyra take off her coat. The shirt inside was obviously stained with blood. Her throat seemed to be choked by someone, and she blurted out in shock, "What Xu Ya said is true?"

Liu Yuanyuan staggered back, so scared that she was about to pass out.

She thought that Xu Ya had slandered Lyra and wanted to do her a favor.

Lyra went to the bathroom to wash her hands as if nothing had happened. When Liu Yuanyuan calmed down, she wiped her hands and said, "How much strength do I have to use to pull the corpse of an adult man from the van and destroy the evidence?"

"Then, what's with the blood on your body?" Liu Yuanyuan tried to regain some reason.

"I accidentally touched it, and that person will never sue me." Lyra smiled and thanked Liu Yuanyuan, "In the future, don't be so silly to be an informant. It will easily get yourself involved."

-TIT

Liu Yuanyuan met Lyra's eyes and nodded slowly. Then there was a knock on the door, and Lyra asked her to go to the bathroom first, in case people thought that they had a good relationship. For if someone wanted to take revenge on her, it might implicate Liu Yuanyuan. When the door opened, Lyra looked at Nore who appeared outside, and was stunned. "Why did you..." "I called you, and why didn't you answer my phone?" There was a small flame flickering in Nore's eyes. He looked at Lyra up and down. After making sure that she was fine, he heaved a sigh of relief. However, his gaze was fixed on the blood on her sleeve. "What happened?" He grabbed her wrist and burst into the room.

After taking a closer look, he found that it was not Lyra's blood. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just a small matter. I can handle it." Lyra said and called out Liu Yuanyuan.

"Aren't you Xu Ya's boyfriend?" Liu Yuanyuan blurted out. Then, she realized something and immediately covered her mouth and ran out.

Looking at her fleeing back, Lyra closed the door with a wry smile.

"I don't have that kind of relationship with Xu Ya. It's just that my family arranged a meeting." Nore stood up.

He explained seriously. Afraid that Lyra wouldn't believe him, he directly handed the phone over. There were also his chat records with Sean and his chat records with Xu Ya.

"These things have nothing to do with me," Lyra pushed his phone away. She said lightly, and Nore's eyes dimmed. There were too many words stuck in his throat, and he suddenly lost the courage to say them. "Then, do you have anything to say to me?" Nore was still holding onto his last bit of hope.

"No," Lyra shook her head. "Then I won't disturb you any longer." Nore dragged his heavy footsteps out of the room.

Thump.

The door closed. Lyra slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes gradually became sharp. She still had a lot of things to do and had no time to deal with Xu Ya, but Xu Ya provoked her again and again, so Xu Ya couldn't blame her. Outside the door, Nore took out his phone and dialed Sean's number. "Help me investigate something." Before he finished speaking, he saw Hank walk over with Keith and headed straight to Lyra's room. "Mr. Barnwell?" Nore was on his guard. He had just heard MON's employees whisper a few words. Lyra seemed to have been targeted by someone recently. Now that he saw Hank, Nore thought of the grudge between them and directly blocked the door. "Mr. Lubi is really free. Please move aside." Hank frowned. In order to see Lyra, he had chased after her for thousands of miles? Hank sneered and stepped forward to break in. "You already have a new lover, don't disturb her anymore." "I'm not the only one with a new lover. Don't stand in my way. I don't care about a mere Lubi family," Hank warned. "What did you say?" Nore was furious. He waved his fist and was about to rush forward. Hank didn't show any weakness, indicating for Keith to back off. "If you want to fight, go somewhere else. Lyra opened the door and shouted with a

frown, "This is a public place. Don't you know how to respect others?"

The two men slowly stopped their actions. "Don't be afraid. If he dares to do anything to you, I will fight him to the death." Nore stepped over to her. Hank's eyes darkened, and he seemed a little unhappy. "I know he's coming to replace me. Go back and rest first. I'll call you if there's anything." Nore still wanted to say something, but Lyra had already returned to the room. Hank looked at him coldly, indicating that Keith should stay at the door. Then, the door closed.

Nore clenched his fists and left with anger.

He believed that Lyra hated Hank to the bone, but he didn't believe Hank! He didn't want such a good woman like Lyra, but liked Alma? What if Hank regretted it? What if he wanted to chase Lyra back? Nore couldn't sit still in the room, so he still wanted to go to Lyra's door to keep watch. But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xu Ya, who was looking for him. She was full of tears and called out to him like a little bird, "Brother Nore, something happened."

In Lyra's room.

The two of them sat face to face, and neither of them spoke first. Lyra vaguely remembered that they had never been alone in a room like this. The terrible marriage in the past surfaced in her mind again. She smiled in disgust and poured a glass of water for Hank. The ice touched the glass wall, just like the relationship between them being frozen. "I want to see Mr. Opple alone during the Fashion Week. Can you help me?" Hank asked.

Lyra couldn't hold it in and laughed. "Although I guessed that you would come to me for this, I still replace it funny to hear it with my own ears. I just want to make the Barnwell group lose this project," she said with a smile.

"Name your price."

Hank turned the watch on his wrist and leaned back.

Lyra raised her eyebrows. She had seen him like this before.

When he was confident about something, he would inadvertently reveal this kind of expression.

Lyra blinked. Very good, the fish had taken the bait.

"You boasted at the Barnwell group's press conference that you must win this S-level project. If the project goes to waste, those old men will lose everything. They won't let you go easily, will they?" Lyra smiled confidently and proudly. Her appearance was deeply engraved in Hank's heart.

He fell into an inexplicably complicated struggle until Lyra's soft voice came.

"Mr. Barnwell, how much do you think your face is worth?".