Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 FuneralA funeral was being held at the Frouver City Cemetery.Dressed in black, Lyra Jones stood in the crowd humbly, accepting 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 had completely 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, angular 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 come empty-handed!“Hank.” What was even more surprising was that when the car door on the other 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 her composure. 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 had come 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-in-law.” 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.