Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 81

Chapter 81 He Was Anxious

Lyra was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "I don't know them." "Okay, understood." The car sped up for a few seconds, turned right, and drove into the underground garage of a shopping mall. Lyra clenched her fingers and calculated something in her heart. "Miss Jones, please get ready to get off the car in five minutes. I will arrange other cars to send you to the wedding venue." Keith pressed the call button on his Bluetooth headset and said to Lyra. "Wait."

"This is my business. Can I handle it myself?" Lyra shouted to stop him. "But you promised Mr. Barnwell that you would attend the wedding." Keith hesitated for a moment. "Don't worry. I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, and of course, I'll be there. Just drop me off there." Lyra pointed to the corner in front of them. "Alright." Keith followed her request and slowly stopped the car. Not long after Lyra got out of the car, the group of people behind her followed. There was a faint light in their hands.

"Everyone, get ready. Mr. Barnwell does not want anything to happen to her." Keith adjusted his Bluetooth headset. "Yes, Keith." Those who responded were the bodyguards in the dark. According to Hank, the Jones family had to fall into his hands only, and Lyra was no exception. Keith looked at the time on his watch and considered the best time to help Lyra. Ten minutes later, the men got into the car and left together. Lyra leaned out from behind the pillar and waved to Keith. When she got into the car, there were no scars on her face or body.

Lyra met Keith's puzzled gaze and reminded him with a smile, "Are we going to be late for the wedding?" "Ah, yes..." Keith stepped on the gas pedal, but his gaze kept looking at Lyra through the rearview mirror.

Of course, Lyra noticed his gaze and slowly closed her eyes. "Don't be curious. Curiosity kills."

Keith immediately retracted his gaze and focused on driving.

Lyra took out her phone and sent a message to Wendy. "Auntie, you haven't contacted me for the past two days. Are you busy? I will attend Hank and Alma's wedding today.

You will go too, right? Then we will meet again."

Sent

Now the situation had changed.

In the hotel dressing room. After putting on the thick wedding dress, Alma felt her eyelids keep twitching. She drove everyone out, took out her mobile phone, and called Wendy. Wendy just saw the message sent by Lyra and was hesitating about how to reply when Alma called.

"Alma, are you done with your makeup? What's the matter?" she asked, adjusting her tone. "I still don't feel at ease. Did those people succeed?" she asked. Alma scratched her nails, her lips almost bleeding from her bite.

Wendy was also very puzzled. Those people had followed Lyra for a few days, and it was impossible that they still hadn't found a chance to make a move.

Moreover, according to the information that Lyra had just sent her, Lyra should be fine

now.

"Say something!" Alma was anxious. "Alma, don't worry. I've already taken care of everything. You just have to be a beautiful bride today." Wendy said in a low voice as she glanced at Lachlan, who was greeting the guests.

She comforted Alma for a while before hanging up and rushing to the back door of the hotel.

When Lachlan finished entertaining the guests, Wendy was nowhere to be seen. He was a little displeased.

"She's not her own daughter. Of course, she doesn't take it seriously. President Kensley, congratulations." Lyra walked up the stairs in high heels. "Who let her in? Get her out of here immediately!" Lachlan frowned immediately. Last time, it was Lyra who had ruined his daughter's wedding, which also put his relationship with the Barnwell group in a deadlock. Lyra smiled and took out an invitation card, "Hank invited me here personally. It wouldn't be appropriate if you chased me out, right?". Alma walked out from behind with the wedding dress in hand. She was already angry enough to see Lyra, but she didn't expect to coincidentally hear

this sentence.

"This wedding was proposed by Lyra." She remembered what Hank had said. What kind of joke was this!

The two of them had divorced, so what right did she have to openly appear in front of Hank!

At that moment, anger and jealousy rushed to her head, and Alma rushed over regardless of anything.

She only wanted to give Lyra a hard slap. Otherwise, she really wouldn't be able to vent her anger.

Alma was wearing a wedding dress, and her movements were not so convenient.

Lyra frowned. Just as she was thinking about how to counterattack, a cold and pleasant voice came from not far away. "What are you going to do?"

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. Hank was dressed in a silver-white suit. His hair was combed to the back of his head, and his aura was a bit colder than usual. His figure was also accentuated by this suit. He just stood there, and his body seemed to be shining.

Back then, Lyra had also been charmed by his appearance. Time passed, and when she saw him and Alma wear such a matching outfit again, Lyra still felt that it was dazzling. "Hank!”

Alma quickly changed her face and walked quickly to the man, crying and complaining, "I don't know where Lyra stole an invitation, but she still wants to ruin our wedding!" "What I asked is, what did you want to do just now?" The man's voice was a little cold. He agreed to hold the wedding again, which had given the Kensley family enough face.

But not only did Alma not know how to repent, but she also wanted to beat people in public as the bride?

Lyra took half a step back. Very good, she could start watching the show again. Her gaze fell on Hank's somewhat ugly face, and she secretly thought, if he was already so angry now, wouldn't he be angry to death in a moment? At the same time, Alma also realized that her actions were inappropriate. “I was just trying to scare her. I'm pregnant, and I'm wearing such a heavy wedding dress. How can I hit her?" she said, lowering her head and apologizing to Hank.

"She will definitely be able to dodge it. I just want her to leave. I don't want to become a joke to Cloud Town anymore," she said innocently. After a few words, the man's expression eased a little.

Although Lachlan could not stand her daughter being so humble in front of Hank, it was also for the sake of the Kensley family's interests. "Yes, it's not that Alma doesn't care about the overall situation. She just wants the wedding to go smoothly. This woman must not stay here." "Hank, let her go." Alma nodded repeatedly.

Hank didn't say anything. He just glanced at Lyra.

His deep eyes were like a vortex as if they wanted to devour Lyra's soul.

There were also guests around who looked over.

Lyra smiled lazily, "I came here today to congratulate you on your marriage. Apart from that, I have one more thing to do. I'll leave after I'm done."