Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 1


    Chapter 1 FuneralA funeral was being held at the Frouver City Cemetery.Dressed in ck, Lyra Jones


    stood in the crowd humbly, epting condolences from her father’s friends one by one.“Miss Jones,


    I’m sorry for your loss,” A low voice sounded in her ear. Lyra wiped away her tears and thanked the


    guest.A month ago, the Jones Group hadpletely gone into liquidation. A heart attack bereaved her


    of her father forever. The once glorious and grand Jones family was gone just like that. Everyone felt


    for Lyra but no one underestimated her.Because she was not only a Jones but also the wife of the


    Barnwell group’s president, Hank Barnwell.The funeral went on until noon, but not until near the end,


    did the crowd see Hank, arriving slowly in a low-profile Bentley.With the driver opening the rear door,


    Hank got out, stepping on a pair of shiny leather shoes. Above the neat and sharp suit, was a


    handsome, angr but aloof face.This was the first time Lyra saw Hank after two years of marriage.


    Ironically, it was at her father’s funeral!All the guests brought flowers for the mourning, but Hank had


    side opened, a graceful woman in a bright red short skirt came out of the car and naturallywrapped her


    arm around Hank’s. “Should I go in?”Looking at her, Hank smiled a little. He peeled her fingers away


    from his arm. “Wait for me here.”“Alright.” The woman smiled and tiptoed, reaching his face to give him


    a kiss. Seeing that, Lyra’s face burned with shock.This was her father’s funeral. This woman not only


    wore a red dress but also kissed her husband in front of all the guests!Clenching her hands, Lyra


    couldn’t keep herposure. While Hank had already stepped up the stairs and walked to her.After a


    long while, he turned his head and met her gaze. He was six ft one and overwhelming. “It’s been two


    years. What? Are you mute now?”“What do you want to do?” Lyra realized that he hade with ill


    intentions. “What do I want?” Hank’s eyes were colder than the snow outside the window. “Of


    course, I want to pay my respects to my good ol’ father-inw.” He looked down at Lyra, sizing her up.


    She was more beautiful than she was two years ago. Her long hair reached her waist. If she was not


    the daughter of his enemy, maybe they would have a happy marriage.


    Oh, no, they would never get married at all.


    Because he married her just to take revenge on that bastard, Drake Jones. “Everyone, get out.”


    Hearing that, all the people in the memorial hall left the venue without exception, because no one dared


    to provoke him and go against the Barnwell Group.


    After thest person left the venue, a bone-piercing pain came from Lyra’s wrist. She was dragged in


    by Hank and then the door closed.


    An hourter, Hank adjusted his suit and left the memorial hall expressionlessly.


    The woman who had been waiting outside immediately went up to him, grabbed his hand, and said


    gently, “Hank. So? Has the trouble been resolved?”


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    “Yes,” Hank nodded, held her hand, and walked down the steps while saying… “Everything is over.”


    Alma noticed the forbearance in his words, but she did not dare to ask. She only looked back with


    lingering fear.


    Hopefully, everything was really over.