Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Miss in Distress

The next morning, Hank walked into the office and looked coldly at his assistant “Where is Lyra? Is she

back?” Keith nervously held a document in his hand and swallowed subconsciously. He said with a dry

throat, “Miss Jones is not back yet… but we have found out where she is.” “Speak.” Hank sat down in

his seat “Miss Jones, she… she entered Brook Villa. I heard that she will officially become a

waitress…” The document in his hand was pinched by a pair of big hands. Hank’s eyes were like a

torch, and there was a cold feather arrow in them. “Waitress?” Keith’s back was wet with cold sweat,

and he nodded. “Yes…” “Heh.” Hank sneered, his eyes cold. This woman was deliberately going

against him, wasn’t she? Brook Villa was always at the top of the business circles. Who didn’t know

that Lyra was once his woman? Now, was she going to slap Hank in the face? “How much money does

she owe people now? Pay back all her debt.” Keith was stunned. However, when he met Hank’s eyes,

he did not dare to object. He responded and left the president’s office quietly. At the corner of the other

side of the president’s office, Alma, who had heard all the conversation just now, had a resentful look in Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

her eyes. Jealousy twisted her pretty face. “Lyra, you really are like a ghost that won’t disperse…” At

night, Brook Villa was brightly lit. “Cindy, the manager said that we have to get ready. Are you okay

here?” Luna, who was wearing a suspender dress, stood at the door and looked up and down at the

young lady who was in distress. Lyra’s name in Brook Villa was Cindy. It was the same name as

Cinderella, but her situation was completely the opposite.She fell from the throne to the dust, and

Cinderella in the fairy tale had become a Princess because of a pair of crystal shoes. How ironic was

the distance between fairy tales and reality?

Taking the lipstick away from her lips, Lyra’s spine, which had never been bent, stood straight, setting

off her stubbornness. Her elegant shoulder and necklines were enough to arouse the desire of every

man. “I’ll be right there.” When Lyra pushed the wheelchair and appeared in the clubhouse with

delicate light makeup on her face, all eyes were focused on her. Some were stunned, some were

disdainful, and some were cold. But most of them were greedy. “Ms. Lee, when did such a noble

newcomer come here? Why don’t you introduce her to us?” A Mediterranean man in a suit held a glass

of champagne and looked at Lyra with a sly look. “Oh, Mr. Walter, this is Cindy, and it is her good

fortune that Mr. Walter has taken a fancy to her. Why don’t you come over?” Lyra’s back stiffened, and

her hands clenched tightly. However, she still took the wine glass that the waiter handed over and went

to Mr. Walter’s side. Just as she was about to say hello, a sharp female voice with surprise sounded

from behind her. “Lyra? Why are you here?”