Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 35 He Destroyed It "Is Mr. Barnwell following us today? What's going on? Are you regretting it?" Nore sneered and blocked the door. "What do you mean?" Hank's eyes were cold. He smelled the faint scent of alcohol on Nore and the image of Lyra drinking appeared in his mind. He had really underestimated her. To hang out with a group of men. Nore did not know what he was thinking and warned, "Although Lyra did not accept me today, I will not give up. Sooner or later, she will be mine. The fate between you and her has already ended. Do not disturb her in the future." Back then, if he had not been a step too late, how could he have allowed Lyra to marry this kind of scum! "Get out of the way." With a cold face, Hank stepped forward and knocked Nore away with his shoulder. He walked to the sink, and the mirror reflected his extremely cold face. "I won't pick up things that have already been thrown away by me. I don't have such a hobby." "What did you say?" Nore widened his eyes and was about to punch out. He did not care how powerful Hank was. For Lyra, he dared to risk his life. In fact, he had long wanted to beat up Hank. To abandon such a good woman like Lyra and marry that Alma? Hank also saw through his intentions. A touch of heaviness flashed through his eyes and he prepared to take the attack. "Nore, Lyra is drunk. Come and see her!" Nore paused. "Don't let me see you around her again!" Nore turned and ran to the private room. As Hank listened to the sound of footsteps getting further and further away, his clenched fists slowly loosened. What was this long-lost feeling of anger about? He had been really crazy. He actually wanted to fight someone because of Lyra? In the private room, Lyra hugged the back of her seat and refused to get up no matter what. She was still holding an empty wine glass in her hands "Let's keep drinking, I'm happy today!" Nore didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw her flushed face. "Lyra, let go first. I'll pour some more for you." "Really?" Lyra sat up and handed over the glass of wine. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Nore for a while. "En, good brother!" Everyone was amused. Nore shook his head helplessly and poured her a glass of white water "Drink this first, and I'll go buy more." Lyra looked at him, then looked at the glass. She muttered something and lowered her head again while holding the glass. It seemed that she had been coaxed well? Nore called Sonny aside and gave him a card. "Sonny, I'll send her back first. I'll leave the rest to you." "No problem. Actually, she didn't drink much. We didn't know her tolerance for alcohol was so bad. You can send her off. It's hard on you." Sonny continued to invite everyone to drink. Nore held Lyra's bag in one hand and supported her with the other as they walked out. On the other end of the corridor, Hank had also finished talking about cooperation. He was talking to the company with his phone in his hand. He was staring at the two figures from afar. It was as if something was stuck in his chest.

"Your alcohol tolerance was not so bad in the past. Although you are happy today, you can't drink like this!" Nore muttered as he supported Lyra. Pfft. Lyra smiled and patted him on the shoulder. She opened her eyes and stuck out her tongue mischievously. "You!" "Do you know how heavy you are? My arm is about to break." "I was too tired today. I couldn't have told them to leave first. It would ruin everyone's mood. I'm sorry." Lyra took her bag. She grinned innocently. She would not tell Nore that she had accidentally heard what he had said to Hank when she came out of the bathroom. She used a smile to hide her thoughts.How could she let Nore get hurt because of her? As for what Hank had said about her, it meant nothing to her. He even dared to destroy her family. That kind of person was heartless. "Then wait for me here. I'll drive." As Nore spoke, he threw his coat on Lyra's shoulder and quickly ran to the parking lot. Lyra shivered in the night wind and wrapped his clothes tightly. She watched Nore leave, and at the same time, she saw another car coming from the other side. The license plate number was 4411. This was Hank's private car.

Lyra subconsciously looked away and did not want to meet him. But for some reason, Hank stopped the car beside her and rolled down the window. "You got the wrong person, right?" Lyra was stunned for two seconds. The man tightened his grip on the steering wheel and turned his head to the side, his eyes cold. "I can recognize your face even if it turns to ashes. Get in the car." His gaze swept past the coat on her body and he lost his patience. Lyra looked around and said, "Don't tell me you want to look for me in private and take back the prize money for the competition! If you do something so unpresentable, I will definitely find the paparazzi to expose you." So philistine and vulgar. When she opened her mouth, it was all about money. "Lyra, why are you so philistine now?" Hank stared at her face. Lyra couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Barnwell, you may not understand my current situation very well. It's already very good that I didn't steal and rob. Also, let me remind you that there is nothing between us." Behind the black private car, another car came. Nore pressed the horn, and Lyra directly passed through Hank's window and opened the door of Nore. The two of them even looked at each other and smiled. That scene was deeply imprinted in Hank's rearview mirror. The man turned his head and watched as Nore stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the left side of his car.