Chapter 379 Cries over Spilt Milk
She immediately took out her phone and carefully looked at the photos that Alma had sent her. She couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, and the things on the table were hard to identify. It seemed that Alma just wanted Lyra to know that she was with a man. Now that she looked carefully, this person might not be Hank. Lyra looked down at the phone with full concentration. She did not notice a figure walking over from behind her. “Ah!”
She was suddenly pulled behind by someone. It was a tall man wearing sunglasses. His voice was low and hoarse. “Miss Jones, Mr. Barnwell invites you over.”
Mr. Barnwell?
Before Lyra could react, he had already pulled her from the back door to the car. Today, she had been forced to do many things. She had no time to be angry. She saw Huaien sitting in the car, his eyes filled with coldness. That was the first time Lyra had seen him reveal such an expression. In her memory, Huaien had always been very kind. However, ever since he had made his stand clear to Lyra, every time Lyra saw him, she only felt a chill run down her spine. How could someone hide so deeply? Compared to Terry, who had a face full of schemes, Huaien was even more terrifying. He was clearly smiling at you, but he might stab you in the back. “I didn’t expect that the technique you used was not much different from Terry’s.” Lyra tried to be calm. Huaien saw her expression, and under the cold look on his face, there was a smile. “You are the smartest girl I have ever seen. No wonder Hank has been obsessed with you for so many years.” “You remembered wrong. Our marriage only lasted for a few years.” Lyra glanced out the window and said indifferently.
Huaien suddenly smiled even more deeply. “No, no, no. Ever since you saved him at the resort, he has been looking for you. It has probably been more than ten years.” As Huaien spoke, his eyes shone with a deep light as he sized up Lyra. Lyra frowned and carefully concealed her emotions. “What do you mean?”
as you agree, I can let you recognize each other, and I will let you live in the future.” “The Barnwell group will be mine sooner or later. At that time, do you think I will keep
you?”
“No, I want to wipe the slate clean.”
“If you don’t agree, then there is no one in this world worthy of your concern.” His words were like an invisible net, clutching Lyra’s throat. She really wanted to resist, wanted to curse and die together with the other party.
But…
There was really nothing she could do. Her hands kept shaking, and Lyra tried her best to suppress the pain in her heart.
“What do you want me to do?” her voice was hoarse and low.
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