Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 70

Different Lyra He was dressed in a traditional black suit. His dark blue pupils looked elegant and deep. He had already informed the organizers that he would attend tonight's opening ceremony The organizers also promised to arrange a female companion for him. But he did not expect to see Alma when he got off the car. Their last meeting was not pleasant. Mr. Opple looked at Alma and did not move for a long time.

Alma also frowned and did not understand what was going on. At this time, there were already reporters who noticed the situation here. They picked up their cameras and took pictures of Mr. Opple. In their eyes, the value of Mr. Opple's news was far more than that of Alma, a female star who was not famous. There was a flash of light that kept flashing. "Hurry up and walk the red carpet!" Elisa kept winking at Alma. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if Hank came, she would not be as eye-catching as Mr. Opple.

Alma pursed her lips. She wanted to walk the red carpet with Hank, but for the sake of fame and exposure, she still had to hold Mr. Opple's arm. Mr. Opple frowned and shook his head, reluctantly walking in. The two cars drove away, and the one behind was Hank's car. Keith had already seen Alma and Mr. Opple walk the red carpet together, and reported to his president truthfully, "Are you still going to get off?" Hank's eyes were cold, and he was about to say no. Someone knocked on his door, and a beautiful figure stood outside. Just by looking at her waist, one could tell that she was a beauty that could topple sentient beings. Hank did not hesitate. He needed a chance to meet Mr. Opple He waved his hand and pushed open the car door. Then, his eyes met the person in front of him. There was a touch of undisguised surprise in his eyes. "It's you?" "It's you?" Lyra smiled. "I will naturally do what I promised, Mr. Barnwell."

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The reporters looked at the two of them and couldn't help but take a few pictures of them.

Although they were neither celebrities nor local business tycoons, their looks alone

were enough to crush everyone. "Is that a newcomer? From which company? She's so beautiful!" "She doesn't look like a celebrity. She looks more like a socialite from a big family. The person beside her seems to be the president of the Barnwell group in Cloud Town. Strange, isn't Hank Alma's fiancé?" For a moment, everyone became suspicious. Lyra gently held Hank's arm and clearly felt the man's arm stiffen. "Just put on a show," she whispered.

Hank shifted his gaze to her wrist and did not make a sound.

This should be the first time the two of them had attended such an official occasion so intimately since their wedding and divorce.

Lyra felt that it was a little ridiculous, even sad. She had a smile on her face, but her heart was as calm as water. From a distance, she looked at Alma standing opposite her, whose face was about to explode with anger. She deliberately slowed down her pace.

After Hank noticed it, he also slowed down to accommodate her.

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"Mr. Opple is right in front. I will replace an opportunity to talk to him later. When the time comes, you will wait for an opportunity to act." Lyra leaned close to his ear and whispered, "If you fail, it is because you are not capable enough. Don't blame me."

She glanced at Alma and revealed a victorious smile. Then, she released her hand and turned to leave at the end of the red carpet.

Hank felt a burst of warmth behind his ear as if something was tugging at his heartstrings. The man's Adam's apple rolled, and in the next second, what left him was Lyra's figure that did not have any reluctance to part with him. "Hank, why were you walking the red carpet together? Do you know that Cloud Town's reporter will laugh at us like this? You are my fiancé." Alma was already mad with anger by Lyra. She dragged Hank and complained.. The man withdrew his gaze from Lyra and his cold gaze fell on her. "You asked me about this?"

Alma froze. "I..."

She was the first to walk the red carpet with Mr. Opple, giving Hank an opportunity.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Hank. I did it all for you! Isn't he your partner?" Alma forced out a reason.

However, Hank only gave her a meaningful look. This time, Alma also learned to be obedient. She endured the displeasure in her heart

and tactfully let go of her hand, no longer nagging.

But she kept looking at Lyra, in case Lyra found an opportunity to get close to Hank

again.

It was quiet around him. Hank's face finally became better. He stepped forward and wanted to take a glass of champagne. But just as his hand was about to touch the glass wall, he suddenly saw Lyra standing opposite him.

In a few seconds, a man in a suit appeared beside her. They seemed to be chatting happily? Hank slowly furrowed his brows and gulped down the champagne in his glass. However, for some reason, he seemed to have taken the wrong glass of wine, and his throat felt hot.

Lyra was still chatting with the other party when she suddenly saw Mr. Opple coming down from the second floor. She smiled and apologized, heading straight for Mr. Opple.

It was one thing for her to take revenge on Hank, but she had to do what she had promised. This was what her father had taught her since she was young.

"Mr. Opple, I'm sorry. Can I disturb you for a few minutes?" Lyra asked politely. Looking at her dress, Mr. Opple could not help but praise, "Miss Jones, you are really dazzling tonight." "Thank you." Lyra smiled and invited Mr. Opple to walk to the quiet balcony Seeing this, Hank stepped forward. "Hank, where are you going?" Alma's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was going to see Lyra? After he saw Lyra's outfit tonight, he was tempted! "I'm going to talk about something. You can walk around by yourself." As Hank spoke, he quickened his pace. He didn't have much time and opportunity. Alma saw him walk towards Lyra with her own eyes. She bit the corner of her lips. Why?

Lyra apologized to Mr. Opple and briefly told him about what happened at Intercontinental Hotel that day.

"I'm really sorry for causing inconvenience to you." Lyra sincerely bowed to Mr. Opple.

"No, no, no, you didn't do anything wrong." Mr. Opple helped Lyra up like a gentleman. He smiled and said, "I put off my cooperation with the Barnwell group, not purely because of what happened that day." Hank was about to go over, but when he heard Mr. Opple's words, he immediately stopped and hid behind the curtain.

Without full confidence, he could not rashly appear. Lyra blinked. "Let me boldly guess. Are you worried that the power inside the Barnwell group is uneven and might affect the progress of the project and the final results?"

Mr. Opple smiled and nodded.

"That's right, the Barnwell group's proposal is very outstanding, especially..."

Mr. Opple admired young people with foresight and had no interest in this kind of activity, so he chatted with Lyra for a long time.

Lyra echoed one by one and brought up her own opinion from time to time.

In prison, she had been studying the Barnwell group and studying the direction of his company. When she talked to Mr. Opple, she did not lose out at all. Instead, she was generous and appropriate. Every point she said was accurate,

Behind the curtain, Hank raised his eyebrows.

He had never seen such a dazzling and eye-catching Lyra.