Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392 The Chess Game of the King

No one doubted Hank’s strength. If he dared to say this, it was already announcing the end of Terry’s future career.

Countless cameras were aimed at Hank. This press conference had actually become his personal audience.

At this time, Huaien sat at the side, his face completely sinking. He never expected that the direction of the matter would be completely led by Hank. If this went on, wouldn’t he have set up such a trap for nothing? He immediately knocked on his cane and the assistant walked out in a few steps. Soon, the assistant returned to his side and whispered, “I didn’t find Miss Jones.”

“What?”

Huaien’s voice suddenly rose. This attracted the attention of many reporters. He could only smile awkwardly, and his hand that was holding the cane tightened. That loathsome girl actually dared to lie to him? “Second Uncle, do you have something to say?” Hank took the initiative to look at him, turned off the microphone, and asked.

ly, and he didn’t even have the mood to sit down and watch

Huaien’s face the show.

“No; I am fine.” He waved his hand helplessly. “Then, Second Uncle, do you want to go upstairs to rest? I don’t think you look too good.” Huaien choked and forced the corners of his lips to move, walking out. The man on the stage glanced at his back coldly and pressed the microphone again. “Everyone, please rest assured. As long as I am with the Barnwell group, the Barnwell group will never change its master.” These words seemed to be specially said for someone to hear. Just as Huaien was about to turn back, an urgent shout came from outside the door, “Let me in.” Alma? “Why is she here?” Huaien frowned and immediately glared at his assistant. “I don’t know about this,” his assistant was also confused. Logically speaking, no one knew about the matter of the reporters being invited over today, except for the Barnwell group’s higher-ups.

Did Alma receive any news beforehand, or did she just happen to catch up? Huaien leaned on his walking stick and saw that the door was about to be knocked open from the outside.

He immediately moved half a step to the side. He then instructed his assistant coldly, “Go find Lyra. No matter what method you use, bring her here.” “Yes, Vice President Barnwell.” The assistant took advantage of the chaos and ran out.

On the stage, there was no trace of Keith by Hank’s side.

Hank’s eyes were fixed in the direction of the door, and his hands clenched tightly into fists.