Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit novel Chapter 50

Kill Me If You Can

“Who does that guy think he is? How dare he treat my daughter like that?” Lachlan cursed in the living room. “My dad values your opinion. Help me persuade him!” Alma was anxious and quickly grabbed the corner of Wendy‘s clothes. When Wendy thought about how Lyra would most likely come to her because of what happened to the Jones family, she was so scared that he could not sleep. She must firmly win over the Kensley family and her daughter! “Forget it, I‘ll go find him!” Alma made up her mind.

“Now that the news is spread, Mr. Barnwell must be very angry. I think it‘s better if you don‘t go over. If you are stopped by reporters...” Wendy stopped her. Hearing that Wendy was always thinking for her and giving advice, Alma didn‘t seem to dislike her that much. “Then tell me, what should I do?” Wendy smiled and whispered in Alma‘s ear. She didn‘t need to personally deal with Lyra, just let someone else do it. “I understand!” Alma gritted her teeth. After Wendy left, Alma dialed Xavier‘s number. “Is everything done?” A very unfamiliar voice came from the other side. “Miss Kensley, you won‘t ask Burt to do anything anymore.” “Who are you?”

Alma suddenly stood up. “Priestley. Miss Kensley, don‘t make this call again. In the future, there will be no more Burt.” Vincent only said this and hung up the phone. He threw the phone into the sea. “Vincent, it‘s all done,” one of the lackeys said. On the sea not far away, a small boat was quietly drifting. On the boat lay a man who had lost consciousness.

Vincent yawned, “Let‘s go back. It‘s late, Brother Logan and Mr. Barnwell will think that we are getting rusty.”

On the other side of the line, Alma sat on the carpet in a daze.

What to do!

Could it be that Hank found out?

Half an hour later.

Hank sat on the sofa in the hotel room. Keith stood in front of him and reported, “I have already contacted the major media. They will immediately remove all the headlines about your scandal. In addition, I have found that the photos of you were released by Lyra.”

“And those photos are expensive,” Keith said carefully.

Hank‘s eyes were cold, and his knuckles were cracking.