Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Unable to Extricate Herself “Ah!” Alma reflexively shrank her neck and opened her mouth

wide. The tip of her nose was filled with the smell of alcohol. Everyone was stunned by this unforeseen

event and did not react at all. Lyra took back the empty glass with a faint smile. Alma had provoked her

time and time again, did she really think that she was easy to bully? After Alma reacted, she was in

disbelief at first, but she immediately screamed in anger, picked up a glass of wine from the side, and

was about to smash it towards Lyra! “Lyra! How you dare! I will kill you!” Lyra dodged, subconsciously

picked up the closest thing by her hand, and reflexively smashed it towards Alma! Alma’s eyes flashed Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

with resentment. Something flashed and disappeared. She cried out weakly and then fell to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed down from her head and fell into a pool of blood. “Murder! Someone killed

someone!” The scene was extremely chaotic. The people around were afraid that they would get

involved and they all left. Some people even called the ambulance and 110. Soon, the scene was

controlled. “What happened? Who did it?” The uniformed police officer looked at the people who were

being controlled with blazing eyes. “Police comrade! This is the person who hurt my friend! It is

unknown whether my friend is alive or dead…” Alma’s friend pointed at Lyra with a gloating look in her

eyes. The police officer frowned, took out cold handcuffs, and came to Lyra. “Miss, please follow us to

the police station.” Lyra frowned. The police had arrived at the scene so quickly? She subconsciously

glanced at Alma, who was covering her head. Alma looked up at her and gave her a strange smile.

Lyra was cold all over. The cold touch on her wrist reminded her that this was another trap set up by

Alma. As for her, she was once again trapped in the trouble, unable to extricate herself. After Hank

finished the board meeting, he rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and sat in the back seat of the car. Keith,

who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly had his phone ring. “Hello?… What… Okay, I got it…

En, I will tell Mr. Barnwell first.” Hank frowned and opened his eyes. His eyes looked in Keith’s direction

without any warmth. “What?” Keith looked a little embarrassed. “President, it’s… about Miss Jones.”