Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 80

Chapter 80 The Conditions

Seeing their undisguised thoughts, the man said lightly. "Do you know who suggested the wedding?" Alma stopped smiling and shook her head, "Lyra." Hank walked away, leaving only the stunned Alma and Wendy behind, "What did he mean by that? Could it be that Lyra changed his mind and he was willing to continue the wedding with me?" Alma's nails dug into her palms. No matter how she thought about it, she could not accept this fact. Wendy could only comfort her from the side, "Just hold the wedding on time. Don't think about anything else. Just wait to be a bride in peace. This time, you must let Hank marry you."

"But..."

Alma felt a knot in her heart. She felt that things would not go so smoothly. Last time, their wedding was ruined by Lyra. Would she be so kind this time? The more Alma thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. "No, I have to let them make a move quickly. We can't delay anymore." "Yes, yes, yes. Let's go first. Don't let others hear us." Wendy pulled her, turned around, and took both their bags and scarves in her hands, protecting Alma out of the door. On this side, Lyra was still eating. She had eaten all the crabs. She picked up the chopsticks and began to eat again. With Brook Villa's grade, this meal would definitely not be cheap. She might not be able to eat such a good meal in the next half a month, and the first rule of the Jones family was never to waste resources. Hank returned and saw her sitting there and enjoying the meal very much. He sat on the opposite seat, his legs crossed. For a long time, Lyra did not seem to notice him entering the door. "Say something." The man frowned. "You invited me here. You should be the one who paid for it, right?" Lyra muttered, holding the chicken leg in one hand. Hank looked at her silently, his temples throbbing. "En, I'll pay, using your money." He put the card on the table.

The next second, Lyra's eyes lit up and she immediately put down her chopsticks. "Mr. Barnwell, you are wrong to do this. You know that it is my money."

"Yours?"

The corners of Hank's mouth curled into a playful smile. When she mentioned the money, she became spirited

The next second, his words shattered Lyra's pride. "You owe me tens of millions. This amount of money is not even enough for the interest."

Lyra took a deep breath. She had nothing to say and continued to eat.

"I can give you this card." Hank suddenly opened his mouth and threw out the bait.

"What are the conditions?" Lyra chewed the food in her mouth.

This man was so bad that he could not easily give her the money.

"During the wedding, you must dress up and congratulate me in person." The look in Hank's eyes grew colder. He held the card between his fingers and waved it in front of Lyra. "After that, it will be yours." Lyra gritted her teeth. "Okay." For the sake of money, she could do anything. "If you dare to lie to me, don't even think about staying in Cloud Town." Hank stared at her, his voice cold.

"Yes, I got it." "Are we done?" Lyra nodded perfunctorily, then wiped her mouth. "I'm leaving." Before Hank could say anything, Lyra had already left the door like a gust of wind. "Follow her," he said.

"Yes, Mr. Barnwell." Keith immediately responded and sent someone to follow Lyra in secret.

The man glanced at the card and snorted with disdain, "Lyra, oh Lyra, you are now willing to give up your face for 100,000 yuan?" He originally thought that he would have a hint of the pleasure of having successfully taken revenge.

He wanted Lyra to see how Wendy sold her out with her own eyes.

He wanted to let her eat a delicious meal, feeling the taste of being abandoned by the world.

But looking at the empty plates in front of him, Hank realized that the current Lyra had completely changed After leaving Brook Villa, Lyra called Susan and said a few words of concern.

"Perhaps, the Kensley family and Hank's people will go to you. If you... want to tell them directly, I am not afraid of them." Susan was lying on the hospital bed and watching variety shows. "Do I look like such a lowly person? Alright, I'm not a fool. From now on, I will definitely stay far away from you so as not to cause trouble for myself." And this time, Lyra's suggestion had just happened to be exactly what she wanted. She had long wanted to get rid of Wu Chen, that lustful and overbearing person. "Alright then, I'll replace time to visit you again."

On the other side of the line, Susan urged, "The design competition will be set at the beginning of next month. You have to practice more during this period of time and replace more inspiration, all right?" "Can I ask, why do you insist on me winning?" Lyra did not quite understand, so she

simply asked clearly.

"I don't want you to follow in my footsteps," Susan said after a long time.

After saying that, she hung up the phone. These words had no rhyme or reason.

Lyra put the phone back in her pocket and took a taxi back home.

For the next few days, everything was peaceful. This morning, before Lyra got up, she was woken up by Keith's phone call. "Miss Jones, the car is already downstairs." Lyra tried hard to think about it and sat up in a sudden realization. She almost forgot that she had to attend her ex-husband's wedding. She had to dress up and attend. "Okay, got it."

She got up and washed her face. She changed into the red dress she had bought abroad and put on a pair of high heels.

The clothes that were not so expensive now gave her a cold temperament.

She looked at the mirror and smiled with satisfaction. As a spectator, she naturally had to be happy. "You still want to go? Then I'll go with you." "There's no need. Aren't you going to the race today? There's your solo match on the weekend, right? I'll go see it when I am done. Alright, I'll hang up first."

Lyra sat in the car.

She saw that Keith was doing as usual today. He didn't dress up at all, still wearing the black suit that he had not changed for thousands of years.

She suddenly felt a little sympathy for Alma. Marrying a man who didn't care about marriage and love, what was even sadder was that she was happy about it.

Lyra took a deep breath and shook her head.

"Miss Jones, do you feel anything unusual recently?" Keith asked as he drove.

"What?" Lyra didn't quite understand.

"In other words, when you usually go in and out of here, do you feel that someone is following you? After you left Brook Villa that day, we found that a group of people had been following you in secret." Keith asked slowly.

Lyra frowned.

"Now, their car is behind us."