Chapter 113 Old Feelings Rekindled?
“Hank, how is it?” Alma asked from outside the door.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
They had been in there for almost half an hour, and no one knew what was going on. “Mr. Barnwell, your girlfriend is looking for you.” Lyra looked at the man in front of her, who was holding her captive. Hank frowned as he stared at her delicate face. The strength in his hands grew stronger and stronger. Why didn’t she cry out in pain? Why was she so indifferent? She wanted to fight him to the end even if she ruined her reputation? Hank’s heart was filled with a feeling that even he couldn’t tell.
His finger rubbed against the wound on Lyra’s neck. She frowned in pain. Then, the man let go. “Now you know the pain?” Lyra ignored him and opened the door. “Hank!” Alma blurted out, only to see Lyra’s collar wrinkled and her cheeks flushed. She stepped out first. “Get out of the way.” Lyra pushed Alma away. “You…” Just as Alma was about to say something, she saw that Hank’s shirt collar was open and there were lip marks near his chest. At that moment, Alma felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Just now, she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but now, her mind was completely blank. “Hank, you…” “Go to your car,” the man glanced at her indifferently. “Hank, you haven’t told me clearly. You and Lyra have been in there for so long. What have you done?” Alma asked. “Do you know how others laugh at me? Hank, stop!” It was the first time that she threw a tantrum at Hank. “The thing is inside. What did you take from the studio?” the man asked.
“I didn’t take anything!” Alma frowned and suddenly remembered, “I asked Elisa to bring me some food.” She was full of doubts. She went in and opened it. The necklace was indeed in the
bag.
“How is that possible! I really don’t know,” Elisa explained to Alma with a face full of disbelief. “Hank, now that the evidence is conclusive, it must be Lyra who framed me.” Alma gritted her teeth in hatred.
“Yes.” The man responded indifferently.
“Elisa, immediately call Director Forrest and MON’s people over. I want them to know Lyra’s true colors.” Alma was stunned. “Alright, I’ll go now.” However, at the same time, Hank said coldly, “You better not do that.” “Hank! You actually want to help that woman?” Alma was stunned. At this moment, Hank really doubted Alma’s IQ. “You carried the thing yourself and got in the car. There is no evidence to prove that Lyra framed you. If you run over and say it now, who will believe you?” “As long as you are here, they will definitely…”
“Don’t tell me that you want to stand on Lyra’s side?” Alma stared at the man in front of her in a daze. Her expression was extremely awkward.
Hank did not respond. His indifference had already explained his attitude. “Today’s matter will end here.” Alma took a deep breath and grabbed him regardless. “No, Hank, I can’t just let it go like this. It is not the first time she has schemed against me like this. How can you tolerate her?”
Hank frowned. His patience with Alma had completely collapsed.
“Then tell me first, how did the wound on Lyra’s neck come about?” he asked, suppressing his anger.
“… How would I know!” “Maybe she provoked someone she shouldn’t have!” Alma shouted. “Last time, there was a usury looking for her to collect debts. That’s why she made a fuss at the wedding. This time, she was forced into the hospital. Alma, I’m not blind.” Hank clenched his fists. “Hank, listen to my explanation!” Alma panicked. However, the man had already gotten into the car and left.
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